Meanwhile, back at home, the old robozoom waited in vain for his strong and clever son to return, but he just didn't come. The old robozoom waited sadly for weeks, then one day he leaned on his worn-out hover cane and said this to his younger son, the green one.
"Go, my son, to the robot princess's palace and accept the challenge. You may not be very strong or super clever, but your heart is made of gold. Literally, I know it for sure. Perhaps you can break the curse."
The little green robozoom didn't hesitate for a moment. He gathered himself and set off. He travelled for days until he, too, arrived in the Land of Programmes.
The little robozoom loved this land! He rolled around in the lush fields of letters, plucked a few numbers and a ripe formula from a tree, then happily mingled with the walking and running programmes.
He stroked the sides of the sluggish word processors and helped them collect the finished pages.
He cheered up the grumpy spreadsheeters and bent down some branches to make the numbers easier to reach.
He comforted the timid banking applications, which chirped as they perched on his arm.
He separated the two squabbling web browsers and found each one its own activity.
He played a little with the gaming programs, but not too much.
He cleaned up the shore of the internet ocean so that the search bots could find information more easily.
Finally, he ran and sang with the little bit kids.