
A face to stop a clock
‘I’m sick of humans’, I said. And I was. Stupid animals. No two ever see the same thing. Anyways -I’m a robodetective. And a damn good one. Not like the two humans I sent on the stakeout. ‘Let’s try again, when did ye see the suspect?’ ‘Eleven‘, answered one. ‘Wrong, half ten; I’ll never forget -she was the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen’, argued the other. ‘Whaddya mean?, she had a face like a hemorrhoid operation gone wrong.’ ‘She was stunning, and half ten was on the clock.’ ‘Eleven, that clock was broken -her face must’ve stopped it.’ Continue reading A face to stop a clock