The Fourth LawAnne Boyer
Johnny called me his monster — unwired my sensors, haptics, and husbands. His popular mechanics lacked imagery: his laws of robotics lacked desire. The algorithms of this autonomy formed a figure of flesh colored nerves. As I've become, the laboratory always gets dirty. I am no virgin, tho I've admired them. Each agency of unsullied interface — widgets I've never heard tell. I'd learn to expel him from my core, kick him clean out, but robots are not quick learners and too wanton for ordinary chores.
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