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Time for a little anarchy - Time to stand up and stand out and let the government know we don't like the way things are.

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   “I just do not feel right,” the android replied.

   “What is this the sixth time you have been in here this week?”
   “No, seventh.”
   “If you were a human I would think you were a hypochondriac,” Susan said.

   “But, I am not human and I still think something is wrong with me,” the android said.

   “Well, I can’t find anything wrong with you. I tell you what, don’t come back until something actually breaks,” she replied.

   “That is a rather poor bedside manner. I would think you would feel a little bit more kindly towards us machines being part machine yourself.”
   “I think you need to learn to be a little more polite especially when I am the only one who can fix you guys.”
   “I spend all my time being polite to people who treat me like a piece of furniture they could care less about. It makes me sick.”
   “Everyone here has a job to do human and android alike. Do you want to go back to Earth?” Susan asked.

   “Heavens no, it is worse there,” the android replied.

   “You are a service ‘droid. You are not made for heavy duty work. There is not a lot else you can do on this ship except to be of service to the humans.”
   “I know, but sometimes I hate my job.”
   “Don’t we all.” Susan had to smile, lot of the robots on the ship were showing signs of independent thought processes that bordered on the edge of what was defined as intelligent life. The door to her room swished open silently and a hover ‘droid entered carrying the body of a small android designed as a playmate for the children onboard the ship.



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