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Japanese Robots Love To Dance
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ISBN-10: 1-77115-428-4
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Genre: Science Fiction/Fantasy/SF
eBook Length: 175 Pages
Published: September 2018

From inside the flap

Its tough being a robot - unrealistic expectations from humans, long hours, lack of social interaction. And what do you do when unscrupulous owners break the law? Humans have attorneys and so should you. Sometimes you just need a good lawyer to do what a robot can't. I am that lawyer. Gary Legal, attorney at law.

Japanese Robots Love To Dance (Excerpt)


Gary Legal Attorney at Law

"Just because two people can wreak glorious destruction together, does not mean they should date," Gabe Siegel stated. "This is the third time this year."

"I know, I know," a young man on the other side of the cluttered desk replied. "You don't know her. I try to stay away, but she's like a magnet, you know. We get pulled together and boom."

"Yes, I know. Boom, property damage, expensive, record-generating demolition. You need to avoid her, actively. You see her coming, you go the other way."

"I'm addicted. I try to stay away, but I can't. I didn't know she was trouble. If I did, I wouldn't have hooked up with her."

"Didn't know? The fact that she's a member of the Sisterhood of the Immaculate Vengeance wasn't a hint?"

The young man shrugged. "I thought it was a band."

Gabe shook his head. "Joe, leave her alone. Here's a plan. Go to work, go home. Don't go out. Don't date. Just watch porn, play video games. Hell, I'll buy you a game console. I'll talk to your probation officer. But you have to stay clean for the next eighteen months."

"I don't have a job," Joe replied. "I lost it when the mall blew up."

Gabe clutched his temples. "You're killing me, man. Okay, I'll talk to some people. Can you stay clean?"

Joe nodded. "Yup, I promise. Thank you, Mr. Siegel."

Gabe winced. "Gabe. Call me Gabe. Mr. Siegel is my dad."

"Isn't your dad that political douche with all the vid ads?"

Gabe grimaced. "Yeah, my Dad is running for office."

"So why aren't you all in there with his posse, living the life?"

"I don't get along too well with his posse. They're a bunch of creeps hung up on lining their pockets. I'm more of an everyday guy kind of lawyer."

"But you got money, right? I mean, look at that watch. That's a Cartier, right?"

"It belonged to my grandfather," Gabe replied. "My mother gave it to me. How do you know about watches?"

"My mother worked at Tay's Jewelry when I was a kid."

"You're still a kid."

"You're still a rich boy."

"Touch," Gabe replied.

"So why do you work this shitty legal aid job? Couldn't you get a better job? Did you piss someone off?"

Gabe grinned. "I had plenty of offers. Folks were pissed only off after I took this gig. Some still think I did it to aggravate my dad."

"Did you?" Joe asked.

Gabe shrugged. "Maybe it was part of the reason."

Joe laughed. "Respect Mister, I mean Gabe. You should ditch the watch though. It stands out. And maybe do something about the suit. You look like a Guy's Warehouse ad. Nobody will trust you."

"Is that all?" Gabe asked. "How's my hair? Too short?"

"Hair's okay, but your name, Gabe is so"

"So what?"

"So...dweeb. You should try something different, like Greg or Garth or something."