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 The bus left the man at the entry to the walk way he powered his chair to the lift He was more robot than man his house opened the door to the gayraahge and the lift shot out of the wall the entire house is a robot. He entered his lieberry and turned on the computer he insists on signing in even though it would do it auto. He had a nose to pick he would not let the robot do that and so they were arguing about it even while the email was being marked and sorted and read. “It's still MY nose”, the man said. “Eye don't want a waldoe in my nose.” NO the robot oiled the word NO. Eye have a real finger and a thumb. “When”? The man began to say, “WHEN did you do that?” “Eye do not NOT want you poking on me with a fake finger?” It's okay the robot was crying. Why don't you trust me you human. Never mind. Mabe you will change your mind someday and want me to do things to you with my finger. “NO the man was adamant NO” “the finger has to go.” The Robot quailed the whole house began to quiver and to shake. You will not take my finger and thumb and he began to run away from the man the thumb working like a crutch to oppose the finger like a gimpy little man scooting across the floor. The man the human blanched. He turned to his secret door the robot did not have an electronic key the secret was the wooden handle only a man could open it. Eye live in the real world people get quarantined for sickness when there is only fear of sickness most people suffer some from allergies. The man returned to the living room computer wearing the flame thrower the canisters double on his back. The computer was throwing walls of flame up on the screen and laughing at the man you cannot use that in the house. “Just watch me” he screamed and saw the thumb and finger running in an obscene resemblance of a creature. He twisted the controls and fired a string of napalm all over the front room. The finger died the thumb kept trying to drag them both it was sickening. He put the flame thrower back in the secret closet and he dove into the pool in the basement floor and he sat there until the house was gone.
The moral of the CharlaXFabel do not let technology get the upper hand er finger.


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