fubbuls

During the final hours of the Annual American Engineers Association Symposium, the grounds outside the convention center teemed with androids.  Most were under four feet tall, with a harmless animal quality to them; fur, face and all.  The symposium did not permit out-of-the-box factory androids on the convention floor for multiple reasons--though disappointingly, what they had to offer this year lacked any significant improvements. The sky brooded, matching the mood that hung over the entire weekend.  Mira wanted to return to work; it would be a welcoming distraction from an unproductive trip.  Castletown was a veritable holy land of androi