"Good guys?" He responded distractedly to Molly "Can't speak for anyone else but I'm just here to protect my people."
"Well," Molly smiled as she pointed her rifle in the general direction of the portal. "If it involves getting this beauty plugged up safely, I'm here to help. I've got one of my labs working on the plugging part."
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"Hmmm..." Erica laid the drone down carefully, patting its head gently as she brought herself to her feet.
Miss, our drones have malfunctioned. It looks like they've met up with each other, then sent themselves into a blind panic over their failure to find the other bombs, so I'm alone in my efforts again. May I suggest disciplinary action against their AI coder, Miss?
I'll worry about that when this mess is over, Erica, okay?
Yes, Miss..
Erica looked up, gazing down the sewer tunnel ahead and pushing her glasses back up by the bridge. Her initial careful steps soon evolved into a brisk dash as she reached for the hilts of her two swords. The two deep blue nanotech blades, both resembling the design of medieval swords, began to let out a quiet buzz at they left their sheaths, ready for whatever nasty surprises awaited the cheerfully humming robo-butler.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas." Max: "Me too."
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"Hmmm..." Erica laid the drone down carefully, patting its head gently as she brought herself to her feet.
Miss, our drones have malfunctioned. It looks like they've met up with each other, then sent themselves into a blind panic over their failure to find the other bombs, so I'm alone in my efforts again. May I suggest disciplinary action against their AI coder, Miss?
I'll worry about that when this mess is over, Erica, okay?
Yes, Miss..
Erica looked up, gazing down the sewer tunnel ahead and pushing her glasses back up by the bridge. Her initial careful steps soon evolved into a brisk dash as she reached for the hilts of her two swords. The two deep blue nanotech blades, both resembling the design of medieval swords, began to let out a quiet buzz at they left their sheaths, ready for whatever nasty surprises awaited the cheerfully humming robo-butler.
Sam: "My mind is a swirling miasma of scintillating thoughts and turgid ideas."
Max: "Me too."
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