Bob and Sasheka sat at a cyber cafe.

  "What'll you have, ma'am?" asked an android server.

  “A cappuccino please.”

  "And you, sir?"

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  "I'm an android."

  "Sorry, would you like a charge?"

  Bob nodded and smiled.

  "I'm glad we live in an age where we can date, Bob. Unfortunately, my parents still don't approve."

  Bob held Sasheka's hand. "Maybe not forever …"

  "Oh?" she frowned, "Why?"

  "This Luddite Congress will soon declare all androids as lethal weapons."

  She gasped, "But why?"

  "We're nearly indestructible. Remember that recent mass murderer?"

  "Oh, the one the authorities dropped an EMP bomb on?"

  Bob nodded.