John didn’t seem happy about this news, despite designating it as valuable information. This was confusing. I hadn’t asked him if he wanted a cup of tea in approximately 2 hours, so I enquired again, and John said he would murder me if I asked again. (I didn’t ask him again.) I suggested a walk in the garden, or a visit to the vapour therapy room to reduce stress levels, as threats of homicide usually indicate high levels of anger. When John was unresponsive to my suggestions, I asked if he would like to video-call the neighbours; they have a holo-pet programme that he has consistently enjoyed, which is proven to reduce stress levels. But John informed me that the couple had vacated their property, and taken their bloody holo-pet with them. I wasn’t sure how to respond to this, as
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Mr. Finnegan HUMAN FACE DATABASED FOR RECOGNITION, CATEGORIZATION: SAFE
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in the garden the previous 28/01/2050 22:57
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#evening. DATABASE CATEGORIZATION ERROR.
ENTRY 2
I booted up before John woke up, and assessed his health data. I was alerted to the fact that John’s heart was under an unprecedented level of strain and, if untreated, could lead to IRREPERABLE HARM. I was glad to have caught this sign early, and was in the process of informing John of his renewed dietary plan when he interrupted me. He told me to get ready to leave. He forced many of his possessions into a bag. I was not sure why he was doing this. I asked, and he told me we were leaving. His tone and body language suggested that he was not in a stable state of mind, and I did not want to aggravate the situation further, so I decided to halt my line of enquiry. We took a taxi to the city limits where there was much commotion; an abnormal number of humans seemed to be trying to leave the city. Since the scheduled evacuation was not due to happen for another few weeks, I found this conflictive with my previously logged information. I reported this to John immediately. John seemed exasperated, and told me that was ages ago, you silly bot, she’s done us up proper - now put this on. I put on the scarf even though it limited my ocular capabilities.
We travelled on foot after this point, and I removed the scarf from my eyes to allow safe movement amongst the many humans pressing together. Shortly after this a man put his hand on my shoulder and said alright son, what model are you then? You should have been scrap metal years ago. But I’m sure there’s still something in you we can use.
I wasn’t sure what the man meant but it upset John, as he grabbed me with higher levels of force than necessary and said to the man get your hands off my son
you see officer
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we really see him as a son, we don’t have the heart
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to just get rid of him look he meant
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no harm by it really, we’ll have him
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repaired and he’ll be back up to scratch in no time.
I was not the man’s son, so I was unclear on why he had referred to me as such. I asked John about it but he did not reply, he only led us deeper into the crowd. I told John that I remembered
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Wilma had been wearing a yellow dress the day the police came.
ENTRY 3
We boarded a bus, even though a lot of people were displaying signs of anger and contempt towards us for doing so. We sat at the back, and John insisted I wear the scarf over my face. We drove approximately 370//90//3 miles past the wall and into the Vastus. I knew we were beyond the wall because my data signal dropped by 79%. I read high levels of epinephrine on the bus, and many passengers were experiencing DANGEROUSLY HIGH LEVELS OF CORTISOL in their nervous systems. I began to formulate and present a plan of action to help combat this. The person sitting next to me had the highest levels of epinephrine, and a large rage spike caused him to remove the scarf from my head, and shout. He’s a bloody bot! Kids were shoved out of the way to get this wanker on the bus and he’s got a fucking Plaisim with him! This caused a large disturbance. Many people were shouting that we shouldn’t be allowed on the bus. The same man who had taken the scarf off of my head implied that I was only there to supply John with sexual stimulation. (Specifically oral stimulation.) One woman said that I should be left behind with them. The other passengers agreed with her.
John did not agree with the woman. He stood up and said he didn’t know what they were talking about, this is my son, he’s been looking after me. He has just as much right as anyone else to be on this bus he has the right to live, doesn’t he?
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He’s not a real person, John.
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we know you’re lonely but
