Sweet Mechanical Revenge
Too Long; Didn't Read
The Hormone-Sensitive Robotic Helper was my idea; not Rick’s. The bastard stole it. My sister had called me, in tears, saying she’d had a long day at work and had just got into a fight with her husband. When her robotic helper came to clean the table she was sitting at, she lost patience and pushed it out of the way. The robot had been at the right place, the right time, but the context made it the wrong place.