"Do robots feel love?" she said. // The robot's mouth moved. Perhaps, it was meant as a smile. "We feel nothing but love," the robot said.
— Lavie Tidhar, Under the Eaves· насупленное величие чащоб
On the green, robotniks huddled together around a makeshift fire in an upturned drum. Flames reflected in their faces, metal and human mixed artlessly, the still-living debris of long-gone wars. They spoke amidst themselves in that curious Battle Yiddish that had been imprinted on them by some well-meaning army developer—a hushed and secret language no one spoke any more, ensuring their communications would be secure, like the Navajo Code Talkers in the second world war.· насупленное величие чащоб
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