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"No robots living here," Sergeant Smyth insisted, as he surveyed the room. He saw a huddle of dirty clothes in one corner, empty pizza boxes, dirty dishes stacked in the sink, and a perfunctory effort at cleaning up. "No need to worry. Looks like young Greg is just a man particularly good at doing his job. No need to bother these fine folk any more."
"I'm not so sure of that, Sarge," said the new constable. "Look at those pizza boxes. They're stacked in a symmetrical pattern. That clothing has been sorted before being thrown away...and, most damning, did you see the clothing drawers in Greg's bedroom? Everything organized and sorted and kept--"
Inspiration: a fragment of conversation that floated through my mind
Story Potential: medium
Notes: illegal *robot* immigration! quotas to protect human workers! a human who gets classified as a robot because of his more obsessive qualities and then has to figure out how to make a place for himself in the robot world.
"I'm not so sure of that, Sarge," said the new constable. "Look at those pizza boxes. They're stacked in a symmetrical pattern. That clothing has been sorted before being thrown away...and, most damning, did you see the clothing drawers in Greg's bedroom? Everything organized and sorted and kept--"
Inspiration: a fragment of conversation that floated through my mind
Story Potential: medium
Notes: illegal *robot* immigration! quotas to protect human workers! a human who gets classified as a robot because of his more obsessive qualities and then has to figure out how to make a place for himself in the robot world.
