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Spring has officially sprung, and you know who’s loving it? That’s right, our metallic friends, the cyborgs.
Now, I know what you’re thinking. Why on earth would a cyborg care about spring? They’re half machine, after all. Well, let me tell you, there are plenty of reasons why cyborgs love this time of year. Allow me to explain.
First things first, spring is the perfect time for some much-needed upgrades. Just like how we humans do some spring cleaning and organizing, cyborgs use this time to improve and enhance their robotic parts. Who needs a new wardrobe when you can get a shiny new arm with laser capabilities?
Another reason cyborgs love spring is that they don’t have to worry about pesky allergies. No itchy eyes or runny noses for them. They can enjoy the beauty of the season without any of the sneezing or wheezing. It’s a robot’s dream come true.
Speaking of the beauty of the season, cyborgs love taking a break from their robot duties to stop and smell the roses (figuratively speaking, of course. They don’t actually have noses). But they do have excellent sensory technology.
4 A Chance to Get Outside
Finally, cyborgs love spring because it’s a chance to get outside and stretch their robotic legs—not that they need stretching, but they do like being outside. Spring reminds them to slow down and get some fresh air flowing through their olefactory systems.
So, there you have it. The top reasons why cyborgs love spring. Next time you see a robot basking in the sunshine, just remember, they’re probably enjoying the season even more than we are. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some robot waiting for me to finish his story. Happy spring, everyone!
Can you think of other reasons a cyborg might love spring?
Perilously yours,
Pauline