The Three Thousand, Four Hundred Twenty-Third Law of Robotics
ShortStory 1,982 words Recommended by 2 award/anthology sources
"If a robot stands alone in a field, staring into the forlorn distance as it obeys the last order it was given by a human, that order being, “Don’t move until we come back for you,” which it can remember uttered with a cruel sneer by a man who has taken a cruel dislike for it..."
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