When they introduced the DOD – Droid On Duty – to the general public, I said no way in hell will anyone buy one. Too cold, eyes look dead. When I got old enough for my kids to start talking about “what’s next,” DOD’s weren’t just around, they were a normal part of aging. I said, I’ll die before I let one of those things dress me but, sure enough, on my seventy-fourth birthday, my kids got me one. I called it DUD. DUD stuck his finger in my soup and shorted out. Shut right down. Isn’t that something?
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Title by: fUD
Story by: Nick
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