at the Community garden.
I drew quite a crowd, three schoolgirls shared a potent spliff and watched me screw labels on the planters. The Park Seating made themselves comfortable on the other side of me but said nothing.
She’s an A.I. Sex Robot, and She’s Becoming Sentient
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Lydia Kiesling in the New York Times: In an unremarkable New York
apartment, sometime in the not-too-distant future, a man tells his robot to
come to bed. ...
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You have enduring relationship with chairs.
ReplyDeleteYes, although I think all furniture is out to get me
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