3. In which Hugh finds Love.
Think, Hugh. What did the robots say about survival? The hungerless, always quenched, never tired, robots. Those ones. Oh, you know, that spot over there is beautiful. I think I’ll go curl up and die there. How fitting.
Aaahhhh! Who are you? Where am I? Why do you look like me? Why do you all look like me?
I’m... Hugh. We all are. The robots were programmed to create us, Hugh. Hugh Mann. They weren’t terribly creative.
I’ll take your word for it. Where are we, anyhow?
We call it “Love.” Hugh’s idea. We don’t like him.