"I am an artificial lifeform. I have come seeking acceptance. Without pants, I see that you and I are equal. I cannot know human touch or emotion, and you cannot know true intelligence. Let us become one." She held out her delicate robot hand, now freed from its artificial skin glove, in a mute plea.
Fred swallowed, blinked, brushed the remains of the cherry bomb from himself, and grasped her hand then stood and embraced her, his heart flowing with confusion and elation.
The moment was not lost on the the little girl, first terrorist but now cowering in the corner. She stood slowly and ...
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