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USS Eagle, NCC 2185
LTjg Richards, "Bob" , " Mrs. Bob" & Ensign Hanson
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Title: Bot Wait There's More! Part Four
Setting: USS Eagle
Location: LTjg Richards' quarters
When the siren went off, Leah turned immediately to run
out the door. She came with three steps of doing that when her brain caught
up with her body. Relieved of duty. "Oh crud! This bites." She almost went
so far as to stomp her feet but held back. Company, after all.
Hanson left quickly to go to his quarter to grab his weapons,
gear, etc., for his station. He didn't say good-bye with words but his stomach
seemed to growl it on his way out.
With the repairman gone, Bob came out of Leah's rack,
hit the deck and ran in circles.
She stepped out of Hanson's way and sighed. Being helpless
to do anything was the worst possible feeling in the universe. Wearily she
looked down at Bob. "What's you problem now?"
Bob did more circles and stopped. Whenever the biological life
forms made a big repeating noise it usually meant trouble. This new ship
he was on kept doing it too.
"It must be bad. My last ship did that a lot before
all the repairmen died. Why did this repairman leave? Was he ever coming
back? What about my wife? Are the Organics going to die again? Are they going
to die without fixing my wife?" he asked in a series of chirps and whistles.
Bob kept going in circles, clearly upset with his millennia old corrupted
logic circuits adding to his confusion.
Maybe it was just Hanson's sudden departure. "Relax. Look
- he's bound to come back for the pizza, all right? Then he'll fix Mrs. Bob."
Assuming she hadn't completely scared him off. And they didn't get blown
up first. It was hard to trust the guys on the bridge when she couldn't be
up there to help out.
Bob's manic circles were interrupted by Leah's soothing
voice. He stopped, listened, and tilted head as if he understood.
In any case, Hanson and the rest of them would be busy
for at least a bit longer. That meant she had some time on her hands. There
were two options. Cleaning ... or doing something about Bob's progeny. Cleaning
wasn't gonna happen, so problem number two. "All right ... let's find a place
to keep your kids for the time being, OK?" Hopefully she could find some
way to keep them safely out of sight until their parents were back from containment.
Of course, getting them out of containment might involve breaking a few more
rules ... but why stop once you were on a roll? She looked around for a likely
spot for a robo playpen. Preferably one with a lockable top.
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