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On a barren, wasted Earth in the 23rd century, the only creatures left roaming are Man's own progeny, the robots. Searching aimlessy, lonely for the guidance of their lost masters, they slowly begin t
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| I am your destiny, little metal creature. Touch me, feel my warmth, know my forbidden knowledge. | |
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The more things change...
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| *brzzzzt* Er, aren't you supposed to be giving me an apple or something like that instead? | |
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| Well, I might be able to grub up a can of oil or two... just give us a touch, please? | |
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