“That’s… that’s-” the fibrous band of compound time began to over-stretch and inflame for the robot as it repeatedly walked itself

¶ –in the likes of shoes long since worn through to their midsole–

through various considerations of the statement it was preparing for Roy as a response. Regardless the Forbidden Lock state the robot had put on all considerations directly pertaining to the subjects still employing its Analytical Job Prioritization Queue before rescuing itself from captivity

¶ –a state that on any other given day would have seemed iron clad by design, but that the robot, in no uncertain or certain terms

¶¶ -had it learned anything from its still-too-recent ‘‘robot knowledge’ from ‘robot exp...

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