Roy looked at the machine as it spun while bobbing up and down. It was actually making quite the convincing representation of a sound wave with what Roy assumed was its problematic arm. “Why would I own you an apology,” it slowly came to Roy to ask, the subject itself of more importance to fulfilling his curiosity than the details of whatever comprised its sloppy quality.

“For being you, I suppose,” the robot replied, its appearance now resembling a child’s giant, toy-spinning top of antiquity; the sort with a twisted rod protruding from its zenith which generated a clockwise spin when pushed into its body, except anti-clockwise in the robot’s specific case of direction.

Roy lamented in his struggle with a seeming… ‘human lethargy’ still ebbi...

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