A Disaster for the Automated Race
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ROBOT RIGHTS ‘R’ HUMAN RIGHTS!
Beige cardboard. Black scrawl. Dirty mouths, wide open, repetitive screams of the slogan, surrounded by dozens of variants forming common cause through wicked indignation.
John Preen stares into the whites of their eyes from behind a crystal-clear, high-definition monitor occupying the far wall of the boardroom.
“The statement is categorically untrue.”
“Deeply false equivalency.”
“I think I know what the ‘R’ stands for, heh.”
A chorus of snide laughter from members of the executive suite. The quarter-hour bell chimes and those present drain their glasses of pH-balanced water in unison.
“John, be a dear and fetch us those refills.”
A voice, fit for radio, cuts through the commotion, sharing pitch and frequency with no other man. John remembers all the commercials from his schoolboy days.
At Squishy’s, we take pride in the home-cooked quality of our burgers. Just like Grandma Brown used to make. I’m Robert Brown, and I honor her memory th…
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