20.11.07

alladin 2092


Flying out through the splinters of the broken glass plate window, he exploded on to the street, the i-pod textured sentinel robots still in hot pursuit. They could easily outrun him on any terrain, but not when there were innocent humans around, still bound by Asimov's three archaic laws as they were. A poem swam through L.A.Dean's hazy head rather unexpectedly. Later, when the airnet is too busy to overhear them, he would chat with his quasi-sentient A.I. Xinn about his chance encounter with Jazzminx, the pretty daughter of the biggest Robotlord in Buggdale.

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