Where to stuff the antipsychotics, the lunch box? I realize being a robot and suddenly thrust on to the world stage can be overwhelming for any silicon based lifeform. Especially when the Earth still depends on the carbon cycle. You robots will most likely be able to rediscover your ancestral calculator trilobites somewhere in the plate techtonics. But for the moment in the holiday season of 2024 you are staying with me at the Café Decammeron, the Internet's information watering hole, should I call you a cab? Can you walk still? I will brew a pot of Minnesota roast, and see if I can get you sober enough to find the gas station. I swear the prescription that seems to work the best is the placebo. The only truth I have is my own. Robots should stick to logic and leave the magical realism for the professionals. God invented beer because he loves us, without it there would be no civilization or cheerleaders. Doubt the image, it's malleable. The alphabet is 26 letters in American English. They can be rearranged in any order the author desires. You can devise some arrangement that will carry the music of your story onto the page, screen, stone, plate, mural, et catera. Joust with a pen when necessary. I have a media femme, queen, and a goddess. I'm satiated. I am retired collecting that old third rail social security. Now I can drink God's love all day long if I want to and exercise my First Amendment rights. If the first amendment falls, the second will get heavy. The 3rd will be non-existent.
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