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(Jon sez:)
Isn't that always the way with relationships? You're working on the utter conquest of civilization, working the bugs out of your robots' automated annexation routines, when a lady who's had her eye on you calls. "How about putting off the subjection of mankind for a couple of hours, and we can catch a movie?" she asks. But the conquest of the world can't wait. Conquest delayed is conquest denied! So you beg off with a vague promise to call after humanity is answerable to your will, and end the call.
Um. Then again, maybe not.
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(Mark sez:)
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