Robot BoyMr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.They were a normal, happy husband and wife.One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.Mrs. Smith would would be a momwhich would make him the dad!But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.It wasn’t human at all,it was a robot boy!He wasn’t warm and cuddlyand he didn’t have skin.Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.He just lay there and stared,not living or dead.The only time he seemed alive at allwas with a long extension cordplugged into the wall.Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,”What have you done to my boy?He’s not flesh and blood,he’s aluminum alloy!”The doctor said gently,”What I’m going to saywill sound pretty wild.But you’re not the father of this strange looking child.You see, there still is some questionabout the child’s gender,but we think that its fatheris a microwave blender.”The Smith’s lives were now filledwith misery and strife.Mrs. Smith hated her husband,and he hated his wife.He never forgave her unholy alliance:a sexual encounterwith a kitchen appliance.And Robot Boygrew to be a young man.Though he was often mistakenfor a garbage can.
Robot BoyMr. an Mrs. Smith had a wonderful life.They were a normal, happy husband and wife.One day they got news that made Mr. Smith glad.Mrs. Smith would would be a momwhich would make him the dad!But something was wrong with their bundle of joy.It wasn’t human at all,it was a robot boy!He wasn’t warm and cuddlyand he didn’t have skin.Instead there was a cold, thin layer of tin.There were wires and tubes sticking out of his head.He just lay there and stared,not living or dead.The only time he seemed alive at allwas with a long extension cordplugged into the wall.Mr. Smith yelled at the doctor,”What have you done to my boy?He’s not flesh and blood,he’s aluminum alloy!”The doctor said gently,”What I’m going to saywill sound pretty wild.But you’re not the father of this strange looking child.You see, there still is some questionabout the child’s gender,but we think that its fatheris a microwave blender.”The Smith’s lives were now filledwith misery and strife.Mrs. Smith hated her husband,and he hated his wife.He never forgave her unholy alliance:a sexual encounterwith a kitchen appliance.And Robot Boygrew to be a young man.Though he was often mistakenfor a garbage can.
