I'm walking down the street of
my old home town, when I notice that everyone I meet is a
robot. No people. Just robots. The clerks in the stores,
the kids in the park, the crossing guard...they're all
robots. I pass one lying next to the sidewalk looking all
rusted. "Oil can!", he squeaks. "Oil
can!". I keep on walking and mutter under my
breath...
"Get a job!" |
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