“Of course not. Took a good six months before I realised this wasn’t the worst thing that could happen to me. * * *What came next was that five months later he still hadn’t been allowed inside ZIAP. The sand at my feet was ridged into ripples, as if by a receding tide.
The important thing is that I have not. One of the robots on his inspection cycle was large and dim enough to cause injury to the careless. Dos Orsos was quiet for a long time. There was one I loved—Claud, dressed like an old-time warrior, bent under the hood of a beat-up rez car, working on the engine.
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