“All right then,” the robot said, “So with those definitions understood are you still apt to outright deny and seriously propose then that: I now require the likes of my master to open my chamber door for my slave, Roy?” Roy closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, only having himself to blame for… ‘opening the door’ to allowing the robot creative control over its compositions. ”Just how do you expect that to work,” the robot asked, raising its paddled hands from its hips and gestured at the slave side hinges of its chamber door. “It’s not like I dictated where these were installed, now did I?”

“You don’t have a proper understanding of the meaning of-”

“I thought you said you ‘understood,...

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