Strict Interpretation (Flash Fiction)

I’d never met anyone so interested in his own death.

“But I don’t want to,” I said, not sure what else to say.

Martin slumped in his chair. He looked at me with a mix of disbelief and disgust. It was impressive contortion of his face, which isn’t saying much coming from a robot. I have only four expressions.

“Why not?” he asked with all the petulance of a toddler.

I shrugged, crossing my legs and reserving core power for what was looking more and more like a very long and pointless conversati...