Story #34

My mechanical legs don't always respond exactly how I'd like them to. "Shall we go for a walk," I ask them and they respond, "What's the point?" I think they're depressed. They prefer to lie in bed all day when I really should be going to work or at least relieving myself in the toilet instead of my pants. "Could we go downstairs and eat," I tend to grumble, "I'm quite starved." But they only get cross and snap, "Why don't you just go yourself!" I vomit a lot of blood these days. It could be worse, think where I'd be without technology.