There seems to be a story waiting to be told. The little piece of poetry above the picture already tells a part of that story. Mr. Bot seems to have been on a pilgrimage. He gave his oath, probably something to the likes of “I will reach my goal, and if it may cost my life”. Or “I will not be distracted from my path”. Packed with these high aimes he left for the journey.
Don’t know how far he got with his pilgrimage. What I know for sure is that it ended when he met the toad. Wicked as it was it presented the golden heart to Mr. Bot.
The toad itself looks like sitting on some kind of throne. But what a kind of throne is that, consisting of mechanical pieces? Where did they come from? When looking at the other image (spring) it seems to me as if some of these parts belonged to the machnical toad. Or maybe another bot. In the end, toad killed other bots and created its throne on the remains of these bots. This throne is not a throne, it is a grave.
This automatically raises the question: This heart, was it maybe ripped out of the prey of the toad? Ripped out of the chest of the bots that now form the toads throne? Well, probably. So Mr. Bot dropped his pilgrimage to get the “golden heart”, without knowing that he made a deal with the very one toad that killed his bot-brethren and then ripped the golden heart, the very life of the bot-brethren out of their smashed bodies.
So toad is wicked. It finally found the very one piece that could distract Mr. Bot from his pilgrimage. A pilgrimage which could have ended the destruction of the bots. Which could have brought peace to all creature. Which could have brought an end to the reign of terror spread by the toads. In the end, Mr. Bot sold his soul. Holding the heart of gold in his hand, waving his goodbye to the toad, he gained all the richness in the world but lost that one item which was priceless: His own heart.
You lost much more that you gained.
Beautifull piece, @ndy!