"Don't make me judge you, Roy," the robot said, affirming Roy had got away with nothing by reverting to the threat of invoking a mock ‘True Judgement and corresponding Justice’ trial instead of a more… ‘less’ than eloquent verbal argument against the insinuation its popularity with humans hinged on their being… ‘lubricated’ with a certain ‘denomination’ and amount of detritus free ‘greasing,’ as it were. As if accenting its threat of the trial –or just it’s statement in general– the robot then lifted the paddled hand it had just crossed beneath its right arm to the center line of its body and began articulating it up and down in ulnar and radial deviation at ‘what might be considered:’ its wrist, as if chastising Roy&...

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