The morning had been long for Alan, and he couldn't shake that unforgettable feeling of dread that had been clutching to his skin ever since he saw his brother. They could have said nothing to each other, but that feeling still would have reared it's ugly head and sat firmly on Alan's shoulder like a relentless demon of hatred.
It took control of Alan. As hard as he tried, he just couldn't keep his focus on looking for work. Instead, he just wondered through the crowded streets of Supreme city, watching all the different walks of life passing him by, and as they did, something began to eat away at Alan conscious.
As Alan began to walk back to his empty apartment, he passed Supreme City hall where outside was a group of angry, raggedy protesters, all of whom held up old fashioned hand made picket signs.
'VOTE NO ON PROPOSITION XESON'! Screamed the protesters in unity, as they marched with their heads held high.
Alan could feel a catch in his throat. He didn't want to walk through them.
'VOTE NO ON PROPOSITION XESON'! Repeated the protesters, barking their demands into the ears of passers by. That was until their leader spotted Alan.
'Hey! How would you feel if you had to lie about who you really were for the rest of your life'? yelled the lead protester while angrily pointing his buckled finger into Alan's face.
'I...I...I would hate it' whispered Alan as he slowly lowered his head like a puppy that had just urinated on his owners priceless rug.
'What's that, brother?...Speak up'! commanded the protester.
Alan could feel his throat getting dryer.
'I said...I said I would hate it'.
'Then why not join us, Brother?...The more our voices get louder, the sooner the pigs in office will listen to us. The sooner they will see that there is nothing wrong with being a robosexual'!
'Thank you, but no' replied Alan before scurrying past the protester like a cockroach that had just had a bright light shinned into his eyes.
'Oh' snorted the lead protester in a snooty fashion. 'I see...you're one of them, are you'?
Alan was not someone who agreed with confrontation, regardless of it's necessity, but there was something about the protesters self righteous attitude that just made Alan want to say something instead of hiding inside his own skin and shame. He turned around, still shy, and tried his best to voice his opinion.
'Actually, yes...yes I am one of them. I'm one of those people who agrees with the 'pigs' that you are so quick to judge, and I'm proud of it. We're all want the world to be a better place as well you know, but sometimes there just has to be compromise'.
Alan only felt proud of himself for a few seconds. A few short seconds that didn't last long enough.
'No no no, I don't mean that....you're one of them. You're robophobic, aren't you?...But I'm willing to bet that you're just a little more complex than that. In fact, I am willing to bet the best years of my life...