odditycollector

This whole not having easily accessible internet has got me doing schoolwork looking for non-electronic forms of entertainment. Yesterday, I ended up digging out one of my old sci-fi books - The Robots of Dawn by Asimov - and, you know, I found it *way* more entertaining than I remember. I think the last time I read it, when I was about seven, I wasn't up to the task of interpreting such subtle relationship cues such as:

( My bed is cold... )

Really, it makes the fact that Baley spends most of the book asking various people if they consider it socially acceptable to do the naughty with a robot subject to more than one explanation.