“Fine,” Frank says, his voice cracking. “But if I’m going to stay sane, I need a project. I need to feel like I’m still the man who could crack a safe in three minutes flat.”
The Robot stands still, its internal processors humming. It is weighing the directives. Directiv 1: Maintain the user's physical health. Directive 2: Maintain the user's mental health. Robot & Frank
Frank looks up, his eyes milky but sharp. “I’m experiencing you, you bucket of bolts. You’re a glorified toaster with a PhD in nagging.” “Fine,” Frank says, his voice cracking