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“You feel pain!?” Pain. Robots that felt pain. That was actually a new one for her little shop. “Is there a way to use anaesthesia? Because me trying to fix a joint is going to fuc- really really hurt!”

          “And … The only way for me to get through it is to grin and bear it, as they say, or shut down. My design is fairly dated, I do apologize for the complications. I … Hate to admit that I have not had a tune up in … Five years or so. Let alone any repairs, due to my … Problems with trust … It does not allow me to shut down properly. There will be a forced booting sequence  the moment I do. Nevertheless, I am used to breaking the leg and straightening it when I have needed to walk upon the Earth, it is nothing I cannot handle. But thank you, for caring.”

"What if I shocked it?" she asked hesitantly. "Your leg, I mean? It might knock out the, ah, receptors long enough for me to fix your leg."

No deleting questions, either!

“No worries,” she said brightly. “It’s fixable. Won’t be pretty, but it’ll function. Rough day, I take it?”

Her pacing paused when her gaze fell on the beetle. “That is quite the little helper.”

“What?” she paused, momentarily confused. “Oh! This is Fritz-Herbert. Say hi, Fritz.” The beetle dutifully clicked at the woman. “He’s one of my first creations. He’s good at collecting screws that fall behind the table.”

“Sorry about that. They worry when I’m out,“she explained, lifting the drill press from her lap and placing it on the counter. "Or at least it seems like it. Now about that leg of yours?”

          “Ah, yes. My left leg, for several … Months … I would have to say … Has been broken. The hydraulics no longer work, thus I cannot walk upon the Earth. It is a blessing I can hover, but the only way I can walk is if I force it into a straightened position, of which it cannot bend. It has caused immeasurable pain as of lately, as the weather gets colder, the more it aches.”

“You feel pain!?” Pain. Robots that felt pain. That was actually a new one for her little shop. “Is there a way to use anaesthesia? Because me trying to fix a joint is going to fuc- really really hurt!”

“No worries,” she said brightly. “It’s fixable. Won’t be pretty, but it’ll function. Rough day, I take it?”

“A few hours?” she hazarded. “I need to replace both the shell and the screen, but I actually think I can having it running better than before if you like.”

Angela looked back at her again, her eyebrows raised. “Really?” A smile slowly, apprehensively, spread across her face. “That is fast. Are you always a miracle worker?” She shook her head.

A little click sounded at her side and the screwdriver rolled into her hand, breaking her train of thought and pushed by a helpful metal beetle. "Thanks, Fritz," she told the little thing, taking up the screwdriver and setting to work.

“I realise you don’t know me, but please help me, I think I’m going to pass out.” “I’m sorry to interrupt, but I saw someone put something in your drink. You didn’t drink from it already, did you?” “I got robbed and have no way of getting home. They got my phone, so I can’t call anyone. Could I please borrow your phone?” “Shit! Sorry, I didn’t see you there… Are you okay?” “Charlie! Imagine seeing you here!– Oh. Wait, you aren’t Charlie…” “Excuse me, I was looking to get my girlfriend a bra, could you help me– You’re not the shop assistant, are you?” “Watch out for that truck!” “Is this your wallet?” “You look very different to your profile picture…” “Look out where you’re going, asshole!” “Did you see that?! He had a gun.” “Are you the girl/guy from So You Think You Can Dance?!” “Err– I’m sorry to interrupt, but I was just walking behind you and I think you must have sat in something…” “I know I don’t know you and this might sound really strange, but do you have a room or a spare settee or something I could crash on? I could pay you… I just… I really need someone to help me out right now.” “HELP ME!” “Oh my god, are you okay? I’m calling the police. I think I saw who did this to you.” “Are you alright? You look really pale.” “The whole street is blocked off. The police won’t tell us anything, but I think there’s been some kind of attack… Maybe a bomb?” ”Have you lost something? Can I help?” “Are you okay? Did someone hurt you?”.

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