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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required I required my tea cooked for me and assisted since I had Cerebral Palsy, so I asked Thomas my care robot to come from the other room. We could relate well, partly because we layons have chips in our brains which let us change the TV channel telepathically, and partly because he’s been programmed by the best company, moreover, by my friend who I’d studied AI with. He gave him my personality traits and mannerisms, so his everyday fashion even cheered me up sometimes. I have taken to him like a car takes to petrol. A service required Care quality demanded All programmable He hesitates sometimes to see if I want a conversation, but that’s only when I’m seeing a psychologist for my weight. He’ll do anything for me, and never asks me why I want something which allows me my own relationships with professionals like telephone engineers, doctors and sports advisers. I asked my friend to include in his memory information about these things, only for the odd occasion when I may feel disabled and so would want him to tell me such things as he is carer, but I never use him for information normally because I wish to be fully functional and fully included in my society. I want to be happy in my home and that means local relationships rather than being domestically, in an intellectual way, dependent on one person or carer, or in this case, upon my own care robot. My bones and muscles pertain to my doctor, and my exercise routine pertains to my personal trainer and sports advisors. In it, not outside Humanity resides here I command my carer I’m disabled, but I still own my body. In my school history class I learnt that care for the disabled was very much a negotiation in the past between the disabled person and their carers because the emergency carers, who came when the person’s carers cancelled or were sick, had voice in the disabled person’s care every day. Latterly, they were not supposed to but had it very informally by social liaisons between them and the carers. I extremely appreciate Thomas, my care robot, and I can’t say that enough. I need a polity service for care and not a negotiation with a personality fight because it’s not my fault that I’m physically disabled, and neither is it a bad thing that I can organise someone else to meet those needs. That I can be didactic is my pride because it is necessarily my prerogative, and no apology should be made for my vocality in my care. In the rough with care They disrespect my orders Forgiving my shouts 15/3/
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