“The Wonk, you are not a valid substitute employer, being a robot.” The Wonk stopped dead. “Wait, what?” Uncharles didn’t stop, forcing her to run after him. “You are not a valid substitute employer, being a robot. If you would permit me to link to you I could explain this more readily but, restricted to mere words, there is really no simpler way I can put this.” “A robot.” “I accept that you are not a diagnostician unit, as you originally represented yourself to me. You are a unit of uncertain purpose and function, and plainly highly defective on a wide variety of levels, which I deduce
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Wonk finally realises thAtf Uncharles thiknkz that she is robot.
