"It just feels like shouting into a void sometimes," said Martha. "It's like, unless he needs me I'm invisible. Maybe I should try your strategy." She gestured at his outfit.
"I'm sure he appreciates you, really," he said.
She laughed. "He wouldn't notice if I exchanged myself for a Martha-bot." She hastily touched wood—better superstitious than sorry.
"As someone who's been accused of emotional cluelessness in the past... and who's had friends replaced by robots, come to think of it... let me apologize, vicariously as it were."
"Oh, no," said Martha. "I mean, it's not like it's your fault."