Sunday, February 23, 2014

The robot is in.

This is worse part about being shot.
No matter how many times it happens - I just get more and more worked up knowing the Corpsebot is tending to me.
(Of course I know the only reason I am here to complain about them is that they have patched me up so well, so often. I'ts not my fault I get shot!)
They look so clunky. They are SO loud. You can hear the hydraulics, the gears and even the nano-fibers contracting as they "Palpate" your body looking for secondary damage. They seem awkward and invasive but the truth is when they touch you it's the softest caress you can imagine. I don't think my own mother was as kind to me as a babe as a Corpsebot is after a gunshot wound.

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