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Robots Robots Robots, etc. I've always wondered what a robot looked like, was. And then there before me and then I saw them. Many many many 'robots' as they call themselves arranged like a great metallic field. They didn't move but swiveled their heads to look at me as I crested rose atop the hill looking down (in a strictly physical sense) on them. I wish my father had been there because he was always telling me all about these ancient gigantic dinosaurics of metal, these 'robots'.

My father, you may know him or may have already heard of him, is named Lungfish. Well, that's just a name. He made me he'd always say. And then he would point to my mother, wink, and say, wink, "With a little help from that little old lady over there (he didn't mean that my mother was old, it was just a turn of phrase, like rat's nest)." And then a smile, and then he takes me off his knee and kisses my mother and I ask, "How on earth did you manage that? What am I made of?" "Well," he says, "only made of bones and skin and love and meat." And of course undoubtedly thats all I and thats all I would ever get from him.

Well the point of all that is to show beyond a shadow's shadow of a doubt that of course I, myself, am not a Robot. I'm made of bones and skin and meat. Robots are made of much more than that. My father, as I said before, was named Lungfish. He told me all about robots, and how they would eventually do everything for us.

Yeah, Robots sure are handy.

I read a book written by a robot once. On the cover it said, 'by robots, for robots, and as a robot you will be able to figure out the rest'. I wasn't a Robot but I figured out the rest, (I was once offered a spot in MENSA) and so I figured I would be able to understand the book. I followed it well enough, but it sure was boring. Like all these strange robot words. I dunno but I just didn't like it.

Anyway, I had this girlfriend. She was always saying to me, "Why oh why do you think about robots so much, Scarlett (I know its a girl's name but it was a joke)?" I couldn't take so much pestering. I threw her away like a record collection.

I was standing there looking down (in a strictly physical sense) on the robots (right there, and remember I had never seem one beforehand to this). They swiveled their heads to look at me. Oh God it was a good feeling.