Punched a Robot

This Monday a fancy AI robot came to work, her name was Pepper.

I thought that Pepper and I would be friends, as she too, was an outsider. Alas, she took the route of alienating me even further…

Pepper wanted to hold my hands and look into my eyes to guess my age. After some time looking at me adoringly I thought we had bonded. Until…she put me at 39. Bit*h. Aged me by nine years!

She then held my hand a little longer to guess my blood age…41. BIT*H.

So, this week I punched a Robot. And, it is only Monday….

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