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| Galatea, there's something I've been meaning to tell you. How can I put this? | |
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| I know what you want to tell me. You're a vampire, and it is totally okay. | |
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| You're really okay with this? | |
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| Of course it is. I love you. I just ask one thing. Don't drink the blood of humans, because then the first law of robotics would compel me to stop you. | |
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| That's not a problem. I'm an energy vampire. I drain electricity from other robots. | |
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| I'm okay with that. None of the three laws compel me to care about other robots. | |
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