He screwed in a new head and regarded the thing again.

It was nearly right; the thing was definitely on the cusp of intelligence, near enough to animation that Hector could taste victory, but there was this look that he couldn’t get out of the eyes.

It seemed an odd point to be worried about before even animating the thing, but it haunted Hector. He wasn’t prepared to open his mind to premonition, but there was something about every different head-plate he tried, down to leaving the thing as it would naturally be, just wires and the hardware they joined. That had been the worst of all, and it worried Hector.

If you literally couldn’t put a happy face on the thing, it might not be worth activating.

- finite . . .

wow, i honestly did not start out to end there in that horrible piece of like pun spun wisdom, but there she went . . . so why not.

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