To Deactivate An Avibot

by Robert Gryfft

Eighty surveyed my moving truck and spat a thick black drop of oil.

"'Bout time," it said. "Ya orgs bin stinkin' up the block since y'all plunked yer meatsack asses here. Good riddance."

"Amazing," I said to Joey. "You've successfully reproduced bigotry in your machines."

"My latest project," he said. "So, why are you moving?"