The Art of Perception
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  • Reads 678
  • Votes 26
  • Parts 15
  • Time 1h 56m
Ongoing, First published Oct 14, 2023
Mature
I stare with disdain at the gigantic box in my living room, addressed to me and no doubt containing that stupid "robot assistant" I specifically said I didn't want. Most boomers don't even know how to update their iOS, and then here comes Aunt Mildred with this ridiculous thing. 
	"Claire, I hope you'll enjoy your SynthiServ robot butler as much as I've enjoyed mine. If you're going to be a terminal bachelorette, you need something to help you with the everyday tasks life throws your way. I've chosen the name Neo for him, but feel free to change it in his programming as it suits you. Oh, and don't forget. He's anatomically correct.
	xoxo, Aunt Mildred"


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