"Yeah, Digital.Bilfty2.1--yo--digital.bet on the black horse with white stripes in the last race, of the day, in the park by the river", I continue as I sip my coffee. » Y G H M®: the stories, yo
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“Yeah, Digital.Bilfty2.1–yo–digital.bet on the black horse with white stripes in the last race, of the day, in the park by the river”, I continue as I sip my coffee.

“Yeah, Digital.Bilfty2.1–yo–digital.bet on the black horse with white stripes in the last race, of the day, in the park by the river”, I continue as I sip my coffee.

¨It’s a sure win, boss?¨, Bilfty2.1 replies as he scratches his head, ¨that is the winning horse, yo?¨

¨Either way, you will win–the horse takes the lead and it’s a winning ticket, or you stop taking, or looking, for gambling tips.  Put the odds in your favor by taking charge of your life–until, you see yourself as the winning ticket, you will always be a loser.  You are a winning ticket–that is the winning ticket: you.¨

¨I´m a good model–I’m the 2.1; upgraded and faster then my predecesors.¨

¨You sure seem faster to bore me¨, I reply as I roll my eyes, ¨so what do you do that is special? I saw something in the instruction manual that you are a master of jumping carrot cutter?  Is that fucking karate or what, Bilfty?¨

¨My right leg turns into a digital.food.processor, if you have problems in the kitchen, and need to make a carrot.cake.¨

¨I´m not sure that’s a problem that has ever existed in the history of everything–but, we’ll keep that in mind, should the random, and bizarre, happen. So… you do anything else, B2.1?¨

¨I make jokes, yo.¨

¨Oh!”, I reply as I shuffle on my couch in my living room and sigh, ¨that could be useful–it´s quite tense around here, these days, and we could, certainly, use some comic relief.¨

I pause; I sip my coffee again.

¨So¨, I continue speaking as I turn my head back to him, ¨were you going to make a joke or just tease us with your, obivous, talent?¨

¨I would prefer not to make a joke¨, he replies as he sips his soda, ¨the first rule of making jokes is the timing–I don’t feel that this is the right time.  Instead, I’m just going to hang out here and watch digital.TV with you, boss.¨

I sip my coffee.

¨Well–that sounds pleasant, also.¨

I turn my head to him.

¨Mi digital.casa es su digital.casa, Bilfty2.1.¨

¨Technically¨, he replies as he puts his mechanical.feet up on the small wooden table, ¨you are renting this space–so it´s not really your house, yo.¨

I roll my eyes; why do I keep making dumb mistakes–this new velociraptor is probably going to be returned, right quick.

¨So¨, I continue speaking as I sigh and turn up the volume on the TV, ¨you said that you have a family.¨

¨Yeah, boss¨, he replies as he turns his head to me, ¨two kids and a husband.¨

¨Oh?¨, I respond as I shake my head, ¨I never thought of a robot that was into that?¨

¨I’m a robot–not a heathen.  Yes–we met on the assembly line.  We were both being put together, at the same time–we had a spark.¨

¨Is that a robot joke?¨

¨It’s not a poke in your digital.ear¨, he replies as he shrugs.

¨What’s that mean, Bilfty2.1?¨

¨It means listen to me with your ears–not your eyes, boss.  Listen to what I’m saying–I have a robot.partner and companion, and we have a small family of two children.¨

¨Do you do anything average?¨



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