
A Robot And His Mule
Liminal Spaces: A Robotic Romance, Part 1
Aug 22, 2017 · 10 min read
Franklin the Robot, pleased and excited, led his pack-mule, which he had thoughtfully named “Franklin,” through the dry yellow fog of dust that hovered just above 80th Ave. The mule whinnied, a curious sound ending in a “haw,” flipping her long ears back, her tail swishing at the horseflies worrying at her rump, and Franklin — the Robot, of course — stopped…

