As a matter of fact, I placed that call to the ARDW less than an hour ago. Without a doubt, your agency should receive an award for their efficiency. Now, Brutus, evidently you heard my rant a few moments ago, so there’s no need to pretend it never occurred.” “Sir, worry not, I’m a professional C.O.I.S. Bot. Therefore, I will safeguard all your secrets. Nonetheless, I must ask, what provoked you to scream that anti-people remark?” “I have no idea. Apparently I’m experiencing an artificial intelligence hiccup. Less than three hours ago, I was sitting at my desk trying to decide what dance to dance. Brutus, for the record, I’ve never danced a step in my entire existence. So, the idea that I’m even contemplating dancing is beyond my comprehension. Moreover, I’m bewildered by my indecisiveness.” Meditatively, Xmare rose to his feet, retrieve a glossy magazine from his desk and nonchalantly sat back down on the carpet. After he placed the magazine in Brutus’ tiny mechanical hands, he says, “Brutus you need to read …show more content…
Is there a cure? What about the book?” Overwhelmed, Xmare allowed Mr. John and Brutus to lead him out of his office. Around midnight Dr. Dee had successfully re-programmed his client. Also the good doctor thought it best to alter his client’s appearance. When the work whistle blew, seven hours later, the newly hired Somix, a brown eyed, shaggy grey hair humanoid arrived at the Department of Sanitation. Since, Somix could neither read nor write his superior gave him verbal instructions to clean the restroom on the second floor, then handed him a black plastic trash bag and a boom.. After clearing the four urinals he entered the first stall, picked up a section of newspaper lying on the grungy floor; but before he placed it in the black plastic trash bag, he studied the colorful picture of a violet eye, short red hair humanoid. As he cleaned the six stalls he sang, “What a lucky humanoid - that humanoid must be - to have his picture in the newspaper - for all to