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The robot was an emotionless shell, incapable of weak, human sentiments like love, grief and empathy, and fuelled instead by anger, a superiority complex, and the overriding conviction that it was always right. The scientist smiled at his perfect creation. ‘Rise!’ he shouted. ‘Rise, my devil’s advocate, and go forth! The internet needs your impartial wisdom!’
From How many male novelists does it take to change a lightbulb: SFF edition
Also:
'I'm so alone,' whispered the king's assassin, choking back tears as he slit the throat of the woman sleeping next to him. He could have loved her, he knew, if only he wasn't a sociopath obsessed with feudal obedience who also hated women. 'I really need a hug.'
The whole thing is genius. And reminds me of far too many things I read as a teenager.
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