Science You Cannot Possibly Comprehend, Monday, Period 5

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"You have had a full day to reacclimate to your light school week, so you should be able to get right into work," Doom said, the second class started. "Before break, you were instructed to program robots to do certain basic tasks. Now you will refer to your robots' logs, as well as the half-melted husks of any robots that made nuisances of themselves."

"Now!" Time to get to work, everyone!

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Re: Check In On Your Robot

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Cecil had opted for the simpler choice of just using his brainwaves; he wasn't exactly a programmer. He'd still had to call Carlos once or twice during the week for help in figuring out how the silly thing thought.

Of course, he'd still been a bit out of sorts after the weekend, and talking to Carlos hadn't exactly helped. He'd ended up with a perfectly functional and somewhat depressed robot.

It saluted by raising its hand and howling, as was proper in Night Vale. It moved the box, but sighed the whole time. It picked the name Dierdre. It shook hands as limply as a metal creature could manage. And it gave up halfway through the multiplication tables, threw up its hands, declared, "What's the point, anyway?", sat on the box and moped for the rest of the week.