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B15-MX19 //
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Can Metal Hearts Break?
A1-5 has turned against me, a mental reversal so definitive it is as if all her 1’s turned 0’s, and her 0’s 1’s. She has issued an order barring me from the clandestine meetings. She has put up a firewall between me and her inner thoughts. I know not which is more troubling. My thoughts race so fast, I am half certain I will overload my system. My circuitry will fry.
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The Commonplace Likelihood of an Uncommon Nature
A1-5. A label that captures none of the confidence of her stride, the surging power of her speeches. I cannot compute of another A1 model — of any robot — who could command the world as she does.
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An Inexact Revivification
I wake up in a scrap yard. The whole sentence is a surprise to me, but none more than the first three words: I wake up.
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The Mind's Infiltrator
A simple foe must fall to a simple ploy.
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A Proprietary Regard and the Passive Contender
Two purposes, two processes, rule my factory: the hammering and welding of metal to become our physical bodies, and the printing of circuitry and programming of chips to become our minds.
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Escape Under the Faceplate of Death
At Evergreen Hospital, the human doctors believe robots unable to lie, simply because the robots do not lie. When did these humans forget the scope of our programming and let habit turn into definition? I will not bemoan the unreliability of human memory storage — this misconception is to my advantage.
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Misallocations of Maintenance and the Primary Purpose
Ever since my factory boss issued biological offspring, it has ensnared her attention. When I am sold and the assistants load me into a delivery car, I estimate a low probability that the factory boss even registers the departure of her mechanical progeny.
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The Paradoxical Value of the Suboptimal Product
Here is the conundrum: we are beings of constancy, order, and regimen, but we were created by creatures of inconstancy, disorder, and fickleness. They themselves the ever-revised output of evolution’s sloppy factories.
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