After all these introductions GA-Omicron AKA Junior and I went to my main office.
The younger robot looked around and saw my medals.
“Wow, I didn’t know that robots could own businesses and do lots of things.”
“I couldn’t believe it, too. As cliche as it sounds, this could be yours.” I told him. “Just don’t tell anyone about your inorganic nature.”
Omicron nodded.
“Good. I also have to let you in one one of my plans. Since you’re a successful robot yourself, I’d say you’d have a job of your own, and here’s what it is–“
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