I hope the medi-bot realizes that by not actively protesting, that it just made a blood oath.
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Purrloin stood on her back paws and placed her front paws on the medi-bot’s chest. Purrloin said, “Please, by all my worshipped ancestors from Egypt, you have to remove this translator chip.” The medi-bot said, “I’m afraid it’s not reversible. Yes it’s a ‘chip’ but it fuses to your brain and becomes an organic part, overriding your previous language orientation. There’s nothing I can do. It was designed that way so language couldn’t be taken away from people out of retribution or to control them.” Getting angry and extending her claws, Purrloin said, “You’re fucking kidding me. Just string me up by my collar, why don’t you! Fine. But don’t you dare tell anyone I can talk and that we had this conversation. Or I swear I will bite your diodes so hard that they’ll be passing currents in both directions.” Purrloin then left the room, returned to the bridge, and began drinking a limbic sizzler that was sitting there.
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