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While Ellis Parker fought to stay out of prison, Paul Wendel had gone from a small-time wanted man and petty criminal to a celebrity. He had achieved that most valuable moral high ground, victim status, and he was determined to make it pay off. One of the many ironies of the Parker-Wendel affair is that for all the talk of how Parker and Hoffman expected to profit from it, the only person who was able to cash in was Wendel himself. He wasted no time doing so.
— John Reisinger, Master Detective p. 275Pages
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Rusty Innards
22 November 2007
My mechanical subordinate at a forward operating base
Stood somber and attent in his chrome-plated way.
Rusty eyes gazed out at a world of stone,
Within him servos whirring, electronically controlled.
If he truly had a heart then he’d be a man.
Tears would fall like Pennzoil from his lubrication pan.
âI know you’re tired of feeling oxidized,â
I told my man as I looked into his ferrous eyes.
âYou’ve no blood to pump, but fight on!
Gear up your gears â there’s a war to be won!â
âAll right,â he said in his technelectric voice.
He didn’t have free will, but I know he made a choice.
He climbed aboard the gunship as it lifted in the air,
And I saluted my friend â the robot who dared.
He didn’t need a heart to become a man.
Pennzoil spilled like blood from his lubrication pan.
It was a week before I heard his fate.
His parts came back in a wooden crate.
No more servos spinning, just saw dust fresh,
And two rusted eyes gazing out at a world of flesh.
Dieing as a robot made him more of a man
Than we who cleaned the Pennzoil from his lubrication pan.
Image by Emily O. CC:at-nc.