Sometimes I wish people would ask what it’s like being a robot. I could twitch my fingers and imagine sparks and whirring gears and I could speak very quietly in response, so that they had to lean in really close to hear.
“It’s like being full of gears.” I’d reply.
“What?” the chorus would ask. I’d smile and blink my under-oiled eyelids-
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