From his supine station on the floor, Roy watched as the robot’s ‘what might be considered a’ head tilted and its ozone port partially parted. Unable to ascertain the overall reason for such a response, Roy’s own jaw took to an involuntarily empathetic, partial gape in kind. Relaxed and resigning to let go of any control he may have thought he had in the situation, nerve bundles across the larger expanse of Roy’s back and upper body beget a tantalizing tingle, and for just a moment, lent to playing out the clock of his immediate apprehension of time. Succumbing to the subtle, sensual sensation, Roy began to liquify. Consigned to a lesser consideration of reality writ large, the focus of Roy’s eyes slacked and softened, the resulting narrow depth of field miring his meandering mind to m...

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