Sunday, July 15, 2007
can't eat ice cream. Because he's an android. A soulless, mechanical automaton. One that will never again taste the sweet green apples in his wife's kiss, nor smell the lavender in his daughter's fine, black hair, nor feel the warm sunshine or cool breeze on his skin. Because he doesn't have a tongue. Or nose. Or skin. Because he's not a human being. He's an android. So ice cream? Yeah, that's out too.