James sat next to Jose and wept pathetically.

James sat next to Jose and wept pathetically. They both hand three children and were out of work. Jose looked up and waved off a cup of tea. The robots were even doing that job.

how can we make a living in this world?he weeped. the kids need food,but when I say that I'm human at jobinterviews,they tell me they prefer a canned man.more sustainable they say

and what I am, if not a canned creation? Isn't being a robotic humanoid enough anymore? I was programmed to perfection. If that only that clumsy human had not

spilled coffee on me when he was building me, then I would not be acting the way I am right now. I am a poor excuse for a robot, so I think that I will commit suicide by jumping

into the aluminum recycle bin near the mall. While I waited a really big busted elderly woman saw me. She inched on over to me in her walker, bent over, I could see that liver-spot

on her left cheek and realized it was my girlfriend Prudence from a previous life. I cried "Prudence, my beloved!". She responded with Clarence darling and I leaned up and kissed

her full on the ear. I had always a problem with aim. She looked at me strangely and said "My dad is ded ". Then WHO WAS PHONE?!

Phone was lumpy. Scalding hot became the pell mell harried searsucker of gods. That's what my dad always told me, anyways. Dad was a bit wrinkly, methinks. "Egads!

This gadfly has gargantuan gonads!" Dad would cry from the shop. Or sometimes "Gadzooks! Gadhafi's enrolled in Gadsden state community college!" Dad had a unsettling case of

Type G Alliterative Exclamatory Disorder (G-AED). Dad's doctor's diagnosis definitively denied a disposition of depression, too, although Dad did die despondently.