The hair on Roy’s arms stood on end amidst a kitchen atmosphere seemingly crackling with a static of tension; the potential for real ambient electricity –depending upon which noble or incidental gases the robot’s reactor and furnace may be giving off at any given moment; dependent upon whatever process/es may be taking place within its chamber– highly probable. The moment of seeming protest and aggressive disquiet between the two bled on into subjective infinity, inciting within Roy enlightened feelings of acceptance for his trespasses, an acquiescence with his apprehension toward self-absolution for a mediocre life lived in vain of realized potential; a mist-veiled zenith of personal discovery any other time he only ever just reached breaching and hence potentially summiting with the assistance of and while fre...

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