Scott asked Michael, “Have you had any dealings with the new psych Doc at the VA Clinic?”
“I haven’t, but I’ve heard things. What’s your take?”
“I swear the guy is a robot. Talks in an irritating monotone, shows zero emotion, and it’s hard to connect with him. He sure doesn’t get PTSD.”
“That’s tough. Dr. John is next door at the antique shop, and Mac, Thad, or I are often here if you need a human touch.”
“I’m stuck with the Doc to get my prescriptions, but knowing I can talk to you guys is helpful. Thanks. “
Written in response to Charli Mills March 7, 2022, prompt at Carrot Ranch Literary: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about a robotic writer. Is it an analogy or a battery-operated i-writer? Is it possible? What will happen if robots write? Go where the prompt leads!