“This isn’t funny Bin-bo.”

When I get back, I’m gonna clobber that bot-tech.

“Bin-bo, are you there?”

Great. I’m supposed to blast the natives of this planet into little puffs of smoke, and Bin-bo reconstructed me onto a solid object.

“Bin-bo, respond. That’s an order!”

That little ‘bot probably isn’t receiving me, and I can’t move my parts let alone. . .wait. If I’m on the surface of a three dimensional object. . .

“BIN-BO!”

The kill-bot’s words were silent thoughts in his head. After several weeks, the kill-bot stopped trying to speak and marked his time until another was sent to attack.

 

 
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