Roy began to smile at what he could only imagine was dangling at the frayed ends of the robot’s code chains. And in his own moment of self-defined: –what felt like– glory began to think of himself openly bathing in the radiant waves of dry heat emanating from the base of the Roll Top styled Oven by choice. With such a sea change in his framing of reality’s dynamic Roy began taking in and painting all the additional discomforts of his position on the floor with the vibrantly colored hues of pleasure he derived from breaking the ships wheel of suffering and imbuing the robot with his own feelings of such restriction and imprisonment. The corresponding, otherwise positive, result of masochistically masking his various anxieties and physical objections with the idea that all the pain was some sw...

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