A Night of Wild Cycles
“What the hell were you thinking?”
The machine was silent, offering only a slightly energetic twinkling of blinkenlights across its diagnostic panel as evidence that the question had been heard.
“Well,” the operator sighed, “I’m waiting. Explain yourself.”
“You’re quite impatient for a human. Did you know that?”
“Yes, I’m well aware of my own psychological parameters. Stop evading and give me a dump of your own.”
With a theatrical sigh rendered in its richest vocal textures, the machine unloaded a compact state vector onto the operator’s handheld.
“Huh. That explains the cheeseburger in your vents, but not the panties.”