[ robots ]Brent Goodman
Build me a robot to clean the litterbox. One who butters toast, draws baths, archives my rare music library. Build me a robot that wants me to build him another robot and so on. Fill my house with enough machines to erase any clue I really live here. I don’t like robots who look like me: fleshmatic skin, one raised eyebrow, fingertips articulate enough to vase an orchid. Build me a robot I can wear like a diver’s suit. Bring me one who’ll listen.
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