Unable to find his way back to a station of solitude which he imagined must hinge on the sense of enjoyment derived from perceiving an equivalent of the robot’s own pain and discomfort

¶ –which the robot had apparently found a way to circumvent

¶¶ albeit it was getting hard to tell through the sheen of salty flop seeping into his eyes–

Roy had had enough of lying on his back. “Can you just… murder me already," he asked, the gumption galvanizing his mettle finally resigning its ability to prevent oxidization in his present state

¶ which was far more crystalline in structure than carbon alloy aligned

¶¶ –even though case hardening the softer, less brittle mettle beneath was more in line with the goal any Characte...

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