I gave robots three laws and somehow still had to do all the emotional labor for the future. by Isaac Asimov

At least his future needed rules. Some of us had to write for people who treat common sense like a foreign language.

Robert, your books read like they were edited by a stern uncle with a bunker.

And yours read like a man trying to make robots file taxes just to feel safe.

You say emotional labor like you didn’t spend half your career correcting everyone else’s plot holes.

I’m not saying I was right about the future, but I am saying the future keeps calling me for advice.