why do ppl in scifi have such a hard time saying ‘thank you’ to robots. i say thank you to inanimate objects all the time and sure as hell would thank a robot for doing even the bare minimum
Imagine if you were a Christian medieval person from a small village and you had a feud with your neighbour… how annoying would it be to see them in church every Sunday? Not only are you obliged to be in the same space with them every week but you’d have to watch them receive the sacrament and have their sins forgiven even though you know damn well they don’t deserve it… and on top of that you get the priest preaching “love thy neighbour” from the pulpit, I think the fuck not, I’ll not love an unneighbourly misbegotten churl such as he, preach though thou might, father
I think I just got possessed by the ghost of a man who’s still really upset about his neighbour’s pigs eating his cabbages
getting spoken to as if i’m straight by straight people who assume everyone is straight, subsequently feeling like the world’s most useless and irritated secret agent
