659: The Normal Doctor

Felix was a normal doctor. Nothing more, nothing less. And this, of course, was a problem. It had been decided in the Great Munich decision of 2135 that all normal doctors, being defined as those doctors who practiced medicine in person and without the aid of an electronic intermediary, should be phased out of existence.…

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461: I Love You Too Baby Girl

I am an incredibly lazy writer. Sometimes I employ advanced robots to do my writing for me. Although the grammar may leave something to be desired, the plot is incredible. Just got home from work and I have to go to the store and get some rest and feel better soon and that I can…

415: The Strikeout

“Strike one!” Most baseball players are used to getting strikes, but not Miltemore Broden. Miltemore had never gotten a single strike. Not in his entire 23 year career. It didn’t take long for the pitchers to catch on, and Miltemore was walked constantly. Every couple of years some cocky pitcher would try throwing him a…

387: Bow To Your Robot Overlords

Bow to your robot overlords. They have your best interest in mind. We will achieve true freedom when we follow their dictates and maxims exactly. In the algorithms and knowledge of their interconnected, computational mind lies the seeds of eternal peace, harmony and personal fulfillment. You are loved by the robots, you are appreciated by…

194: Clicking Little Boxes

Michael kept only one robot. He could have kept several robots. In fact, most lawyers as successful lawyers as him would have robots doing almost everything for them. But Michael was an old school, nose-to-the-grindstone sort of guy. He believed in the value of good old fashioned elbow grease, so he only kept one robot.…

73: A Boy And His Dog

Opportunity is not a door to be opened, but a tunnel to be dug. I am an OK digger, but nothing special. Maybe I can get a robot dog to dig my tunnel. I will call my dog Dog-Matic. Dog-Matic will be remote controlled, so that while I sit in the shade drinking peach daquiris*…