Robert thought long and hard about what to buy Ghislaine for her birthday.
Ghislaine was about five or six at the time, and a birthday was a big deal. Ghislaine had a lot of time, but time was a big deal. Ghislaine was accumulating time each birthday, to establish her credibility as a human, on planet earth.
At this age, Ghislaine had no idea what she wanted for her birthday. It was enough she was going to go from five to six, or whatever. She was racking up credits. She knew she was doing good when that big old cake came rolling out on the cart, and it had bright glowing candles, dripping no wax, onto the cake, and she could, mightily blow them out, and feel proud.
Robert, who had considered many options for birthday presents, and had employed his extensive staff, at Pergamon Press, to apply science to this crucial choice.
Robert’s heart throbbed, as if a glob, when news came back Ghislaine would be well served by gift of turtle.
Spam of Human Affection 
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