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8:26 p.m. - 2006-11-14 dear picodiribibi, are you a real android? what is the difference between an android and a robot? would you rather be a robot? yes, i am a real android. the difference between an android and a robot is that an android looks exactly like a human being on the outside, and a robot is metal on the outside. i enjoy being an android. i don’t think mark would let me out of the house if i was completely made of metal. well, maybe to the mall... is it true that you are moving into the city of chicago from orland park? will you miss orland park? yes. mark and i are moving into an apartment with some other people in the city of chicago this coming weekend. mark told them that i am his twin brother and that i would have “a psychotic episode” if we were separated. do you have a girlfriend? if not, do you want one? no, i do not have a girlfriend. i was programmed without any sexual urges whatsoever. mark said he can get a data card for me that would mimic the human sex drive, but it is rumored to have strange side effects. it was said that one android with the card carried on multiple affairs with a laptop computer, a washing machine and a palm pilot. is it true that you are fictional device – that you do not exist and that, in fact, mark writes this diary himself? or is mark a fictional device for you, a real and lonely person, to distance yourself from urges and opinions that you have but consider embarrassing? neither of these are true. i am very much real and very much an android. i live with mark, as i have said before. mark is very much a real person, too. i asked him once if he would like to start his own diary, as i feel i might portray him in a negative light at times in mine. he said, “no... no, i don’t think i would have much interest in that.” what is your favorite group? mark told me to avoid questions like this as it “ruins one’s mystique.” however, because you were nice enough to write and ask, i have been enjoying sky saxon and the seeds, lately. do you think the robot is a bit tired as a fictional device and only demonstrates the author’s immaturity in his/her view of him/herself as a fearful child grown up into a naive, sexless non-participant absolved of all blame? again, there is no fictional device in operation here. i really can’t stress that enough. wait, mark just said something, he said, “maybe you should stop thinking about me and start thinking about whether or not your ikea furniture is going to give you cancer.” your friend, picodiribibi September 29, 2002
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