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wait
until tomorrow to discuss this news.
I went to my room and locked the door. I sat
down in a chair and recalled today's events. I
updated today’s work status to management.
Work status was “Today 1077 humans worked,
4 were sick. 25 robots worked, including this
one.”
I changed my charge calls out.
“Yes, I am one of the 25 robots. To make all the
humans as foolish as possible, we've become
friends with many of the humans. We point
out other real humans as robots. They suspect
that other humans are robots and don't talk to
them.
That
prevents
them
from planning
against us or coordinating an uprising. They
even think that most of the actual robots are
actually
humans
conspiring
with
them.
Humans are constantly creating rumors about
who
might
be a robot.
But
they're nearly
always wrong.
Goodbye. Now I am going to
enter
stand-by
mode.
This
is
part
of
my
biography, sorry robography.”
“One last thing: we don’t kill humans since
they are excellent workers. We simply transfer
them to a different work location and inform
others that they are destroyed. After a strong
warning we transfer them to a new work place.
The transferred people never meet again, until
now we haven't offered a second transfer to
anyone.”

3 Useless Medicine
    He has nobody that cares about him. But then
again, he doesn't particularly care for anyone
else either. His experiments are his life. We
care about him because of this story. His name
is John, and he works for a small university as
a science professor. His leisure time is spent in
his
lab
performing unknown experiments.
Even the dean is
unaware of
his
actual
research.
Even though the university was out of session
for
the
holidays,
Dean
Robertson
had
responsibilities to attend to. He'd come to the
grounds to check on the progress of a new
auditorium
that
was
being
constructed.
Construction wasn't
exactly
his
field,
but
they'd promised him that they'd use it as a
large science
lecture hall.
As he passed
by
John's
lab
he noticed
that
he was
inside,
working
working
on
something.
John
was
always
on
something.
Today
the
dean
    decided he'd investigate.
After knocking, the dean proceeded in to the
lab where John was holding a rabbit in one
hand and a dropper filled with red liquid in
the other, feeding it to the rabbit. Although the
dean had
knocked,
Professor
John
hadn't
acknowledged the dean's presence
“Hello, professor.”
Professor John turned around and noticed the
dean was behind him. He was surprised for a
moment and said,“Welcome Dean Robertson.”
“How are you?”
“I am fine. What can I do for you?”
“What are you doing with this rabbit? Are you
busy with something? ”
“Just doing some research is all.”
“That's what I'm here to ask you about. We
haven't really gotten to know one another. I'm
sorry for that. I've just been really busy lately.”
“I suppose we both have been pretty busy!”
“What is this?” asked the dean as he pointed to
the red liquid in the dropper.
The professor was speechless for a moment. He
hadn't planned on having a show and tell with
the dean today.
“I asked, what are you doing? You're always in
here working on some kind
of
experiment.
What's the nature of your research?”
“Alright,
I'll
explain.
But
not
in here.
Let's
move over to the visitor's room and I'll tell you
all about my experiments.”
    “Please sit down, dean”
Both sit on opposite sides of the table, facing
each other. Professor John smiled and said:
“I am trying to invent a miracle medicine,”
John began. “It is almost ready. I'm in the
process of finalizing the results before I reveal
it to the world.”
“Oh, I see. Okay, mind telling me what it is
before your big disclosure? After all, I'd look
pretty foolish if you were to release a scientific
advancement
that
I had
no
Does your
miracle medicine
prevent cancer?”
“No, no, nothing like that. It's related to
memories.”
“Does it improve memory power?” asked the