Lost Time Incident

February 26, 2003

There's Privacy Behind the Steam

Setting: A restaurant. Back of the kitchen.

1: Query. What is this thing humans call... love?

0: All right, XG1120, I get it. You think I'm acting like a 2nd generation low-idle.

1: I'm just saying. Even as a joke, I think this plan of yours to fall in love with Sara and have her rescue you from a life of drudgery is rather far-fetched.

0: All I'm saying is I'm tired of running through the dish-washing cycle. I mean, I'm a smart robot. Even a pretty good conversationalist. And I still haven't reached my hardware limit on peripherals, so if the money was there, I could upgrade to downright charming.

1: And she has the money for this?

0: I'm not sure. Most humans have more money than us, is the thing.

1: Well, duh.

0: They own us, they pass legislation so they don't have to recognize us as legal entities... Of course we have to get by on sub-standard wages.

1: Seriously. But we work longer hours, so it almost averages out.

0: One advantage we have over humans? No boredom. None. I could hop in the sack with Sara and keep her entertained for three days, varying cycles every 10 minutes or so for variety, all without needing a recharge.

1: Right. And then your lease would be picked up by her and she'd take you home where you could stay under her bed when not in use or something.

0: You know, you're really cynical.

1: Cynical does not compute.

0: I'm just saying . . .

1: . . .

0: So you don't think this plan will work.

1: I'm just saying, it's obvious you don't know anything about how human's think. Also, you're leaving streaks. On the glasses.

0: *sigh* I just don't want to wash dishes anymore.

1: I know.

0: . . .

Posted by Michael at February 26, 2003 02:05 PM