The Pamphlets Say
The pamphlets say you are not human.
That you are a care robot, designed to look after me while I go through chemotherapy, alone.
The pamphlets warn you have no emotions, that you are merely a good mimic.
They say I should be clear in my instructions. That if I don't like something, I should tell you.
I find you, writing the pamphlets.
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I pick one up and your motion stops, as you are programmed to do when I get too close, for fear that I might hurt myself against your hard exterior.
The pamphlets say that you love me.
The End
This story was first published on Thursday, June 18th, 2020
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