The Silver Metal Lover by Tanith Lee
My rating: 5 of 5 stars
Ah, this is the best, it’s the best. It’s the deepest, the sweetest, it’s the saddest. What else can compare? Nuttin’, I’m tellin’ ya, nuttin’. No-one is ideal and perfect, here, not even the robot who was constructed to be that way. And that’s good, because beauty and love are incompatible with perfection.
If you don’t cry a little, you probably don’t have a soul. But your robot might.
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