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  <title>Comments on 'Glitch'</title>
  <subtitle>&amp;quot;You're a glitch,&amp;quot; he said.

Her face creased. &amp;quot;What do you mean, a glitch? I'm not a some kind of computer program.&amp;quot;

He merely gazed at her.

&amp;quot;Why are you looking at me like that? Stop it,&amp;quot; she demanded. &amp;quot;I am human. I live and I breathe.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;You are not human,&amp;quot; he countered. &amp;quot;You are the most sophisticated model of your line, a virtual human. But there's a glitch in your program and I need to fix it.&amp;quot;

She backed away from him. &amp;quot;I came to you for help. You've always been there for me and now you say this? What kind of game are you trying to play?&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;Unlike the previous models, you're not supposed to be aware of your programming. Your objective was to live life as a human, all the while gathering data for us to study.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'm human!&amp;quot; She yelled. &amp;quot;I am not a virtual human, whatever that is!&amp;quot;

He exhaled. &amp;quot;You are not human. Please, don't make this difficult. Just sit down and I'll repair the damage.&amp;quot;

She shook her head. &amp;quot;You're not touching me. I'm leaving.&amp;quot;

&amp;quot;I'm sorry, you can't go now,&amp;quot; he sighed.</subtitle>
  <updated>2008-02-13T21:41:43Z</updated>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Glitch</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;this is really good, she doesn&amp;#8217;t even know she&amp;#8217;s a robot. Reminds me of some of the challenges written about robots and robot love.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-13T21:41:43Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Glitch</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;aaaaaahh! creepy. &lt;br /&gt;id freak out&lt;/p&gt;</content>
    <id>http://ficlets.com/stories/20954?basename=40526</id>
    <published>2008-02-12T08:21:48Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>NightMaiden</name>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Glitch</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;eek. virtual humans. sounds scary.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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    <published>2008-02-12T05:09:34Z</published>
    <author>
      <name>Nouvelle Bardot</name>
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