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“Operation Automated Personality Cycle, take 217, begin,” the dark-haired scientist muttered, as he pushed the knob on the electronic circuit board, to allow a surge of electricity through the wires to the robot nearby. The creation vaguely resembled a human; there was simply a torso…
A gentle wind ruffled the branches of the beautiful spread of greenery many feet below—like it had for the past three hours. Indeed, Sarah was tired of the dreary summer job she had been required to apply for by her overbearing parents. Yet here she…