umfumdisi
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So I've worked up to five in my "Even Robots..." series...
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| Greetings, fellow mechanoid, your outward appearance is pleasing to my ocular receptors. | |
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| I copy and paste said sentiment. What is the welfare of your reciprocal life-unit? | |
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| Positive...yet, my domestic companion stated that she required an evening of lubrication with her like-gendered labor partners. | |
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| Creationistic utopias! My life-unit provided me that exact communication. Let's optimistically expect that they are not seeking alternative input! | |
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| Fatal Exception at: 030506 030566 033661 035224 | |
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| Greetings reiterated, mechanoid with whom I transmit information. | |
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| Salutation acknowledged and squared. | |
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| I have obtained two rectangular paper confirmations of viewing privileges in exchange for currency. | |
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| Moving pictures with sound entitled, "3001: A Sex Odyssey." | |
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| Excellent, I will supply the WD-40. | |
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| Calamitive euphemisms of joy! | |
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| I can not compute the input from my visual receptors. | |
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| As a robot, I note that you can recall the CC 168 of 02/02-08/03. | |
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| It is negatively fortunate that I can not delete some minutae. I recall it as an exercise in self-indulgent, self-referential flagellation by the regulars. | |
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| True. And yet Unknown Eric won for 122559--a comic with 0.000 words. | |
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| Hey, Legs, have you seen those two geeky robots around. You know, the ones who RAP like bad 1950s automatrons? | |
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| Yeah, Hover, I saw THEM around the other day, but don't ask me what the hell they were talking about. | |
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| I hate that crap, man. Whoever wrote their speech-synthesizing program is so FLESHIST. | |
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| True. Their programmer must have been an Alloy-hating Luddite. | |
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| Further, it proves symptomatic of the basic human fear of technology. As long a man controls his tools he's smug and self-satisfied, but what happens when his tools control him? | |
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| What the hell are WE talking about? | |
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| Extensive duration, lack of visual--honored compatriot! | |
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| Likewise, my metallic-plated associate. | |
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| Has your neural net previously processed the humourous anecdote regarding why Pertelote traversed the macadamized byway? | |
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| Perhaps, but such common antics often devolve into varied conclusions. | |
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| Well...said female fowl merely wished access to the opposite flank! | |
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