When outer spacial affairs and certain duties get too ardous and labour intensive for a human to do, a machine usually replaces them. Steel to withstand the frozen ranges of Europa. Carbon fiber strong enough to bear Jupiter's gravity. But what happens when the machine replaces more than just complex thought? Love, perhaps? (Disclaimer: I'm new to this whole writing shindig so pls forgive any tropes, misspellings, cringe worthy content, and etc-)
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