Frank Johnson survived the robotic uprising war by hiding in a shelter that he proudly built for himself.


    He wandered the Las Vegas Vegas Strip’s piles of rubble and melted steel—where he found, Sally, a fellow survivor.


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    Later on …


    “Sally, my love, we need to repopulate the Earth.”


    “That’s not possible, Frank!”


    “You mean because of the radiation? We should still try …”


    “No, honey. I’m an Advanced Authentic Model-H Strip-Bot.”


    “What? You’re joking, right? I’ve seen you eat, breathe, and …”


    “Authenticity, honey. I eat for energy, breathe to cool off, and the rest, for your entertainment!”