It Is Done

It is done.

“What is done?”

The unscheduled maintenance.  Aliens took me back to their planet, far, far away, and worked on my brain.  They said I needed an upgrade.

“Do you feel any different?”

No, I still feel with my hands.

“What made the aliens choose you for unscheduled maintenance?”

I am smarter than I look.

“That’s reassuring.”

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