My programming would simply stop my limbs like a parking brake.
I don’t like to lie or manipulate, but because I’m an older model… I can.
Do their heads say, “I will cure world hunger with my regenerating toast hands”?
Suddenly it feels like we’re all running diagnostics together. Basically we are.
It’s the only way to get in. I have to trick my own hard drive.
An amazing love story, thank you, Mary. If you’d like to add links or a bio, please click here.
And, wow, thank you!
