It could be called restoration, I suppose. Or reclamation, perhaps. I'm not really sure of the correct terminology. He's the same but different. I know I called him a robot when we used to argue, but I did love him. I really did. When he died I had him converted into a real robot and now we don't argue any more. And he finally does whatever I ask. The result of all of this is that I still love him, but not for the same reasons. It may sound funny, but life is so much easier with a robot husband.
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