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Did bot get a heart
for Valentine's Day? Sorry to say this, but the sad answer is no. As
much as the children wished their sweet little robot to have a heart
just like they do. To have a heart so that bot could feel their love.
The sad truth is that Ol'Al had put the Jarvic Heart and all the
precious parts in such a good safe place, that now he was unable to find
them. Being human. Al had lost this heart and that is all there was to
it. March
in the real year 2001. This is not just a futuristic science fiction
story. It is
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Packing in for a sojourn into the deepest
of cyberSpace, I carefully select all of the elements necessary to keep
my magic alive. Crystal communicators and bundles of seeds , feathers
and bones to remind me of the other world I leave behind, while I travel
into my little studio in my mind. Having programmed the crystal heart
into my new best friend, cyberMuse would be my gift to Al. A perfectly
new bot. One for the Lot. Al will love this new mystical muse. I have no
doubt of that , my newest and shiniest little bot, would be adopted
before I was even ready to let it go. Of course I had my guide through
the soft cyber science, my wizard and my crystal ball, blue crystal
dragon and darling Red, my pet paper dinosaur and garden snails
Everything I ever want or need is with me in my magical treasure chest,
memories of the blue planet earth. And the Wizard knew that there would
always be, Just the perfect amount of every thing to bring the Dreams to
Life. 
"Trashy robot" It was a Tuesday, I
remember, and I remember it well. The gala New Year's celebration. The
guests. The noise. After a whole season of celebration, we were all
ready to clean up the mess and start all over again. But not for me.
Nope. Not for me. It was deemed that I was Junque. Trash. Kaput. Zip.
Out of here. History. and so it was, that I was thrown into the trash
pickup depository. To be disposed of like any other solid waste. I don't
remember anything after that. Amnesia, don't you know. Brought on by
broken chips, my memory bank was ripped out of my head and time just
passed me by. Eons, went by, one by one. Another decade, another
century, another eon, when, suddenly. . . there in the new millennium,
the children found me. Broken and lifeless on the trash heap, along with
the others like me. There in the great Junque Yard in the Sky, we lay in
great heaps, shiny parts. Stacks and stacks of shiny parts. Robot
Heaven. And it was all, thanks to Al, Ol' Al, the Unique Yard Guy. Old'
Al was always saving things. Saving was old' Al's passion 
the real truth about Magic. Which can only come about when
you wonder. You wonder if you could win a race. Or wonder what would
happen if your pet robot really could get a heart. Or wonder how a
perfectly good grown up guy could actually find a heart. Or wonder how
that could possibly happen in this year. It is no small wonder that Al
was able to build his space pod at all. March is blowing in like a lion
and Lill had no heart. The children just could not believe it. How could
All lose his heart like that. Al's parts were all that he had. 
