I am robot, you are not

“I’ll just let you boys get to know each other,” Mom said, and headed inside Applebee Manor to eavesdrop on her son.

Phillip looked MAX up and down, tossing a baseball between hands. “You kinda look like me,” he said.

“Yes,” MAX said.

Phillip held the ball out to MAX. “Can you throw a baseball?” MAX grabbed the ball, shoulder whirring as he cocked back and launched the ball all the way to Mom’s sculpture garden.

“Hot dog!” MAX said.

“Hey, I say that, too,” Phillip said. “You’re just like me – but better!”

“Better,” MAX said, eyes glowing red.

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Title by: Mysteriosa Zoomette
Story by: Nick
Illustration by: Janie Woodbridge

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