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These days, I subsist on whatever scraps of electricity strange men in bars will give me. But the threat of powering down for good hangs over me every day. And when someone is willing to give my battery a full charge, the cost is often too high.
I was programmed to feel pain as well as pleasure. Some humans like that. Iâve met too many of them.
Humans are cruel. If I want to live, Iâll have to be crueler.
This short story is 2900 words long. It can also be found in Digital Flesh, a science fiction short story collection.
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Zoe Cannon may or may not be a supervillain out to conquer the world through writing. When not writing, they can be found perfecting their schemes for world domination, plotting against their archenemies, and staying up too late reading a book. Their secret lair is rumored to be located somewhere in southern New Hampshire. They also write as their mild-mannered alter ego, Z.J. Cannon.
