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Underground eXperts United
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[ The Girl and the Robot ] [ By The GNN ]
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THE GIRL AND THE ROBOT
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by THE GNN/DualCrew-Shining/uXu
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Down in the dark cellar worked a rusty robot day in and day out. He did not
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do much; he just moved little brown plastic boxes that fell down from a hole
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in the ceiling to another hole in the floor. His job did not bore him, but
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nor did it make him happy. He was, after all, just an electronic robot made
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of steel.
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Then one day, the robot heard how someone was coming down the staircase.
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Little steps, almost impossible to hear, slowly made their way down. The
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robot hesitated in his work. The boxes kept falling down in a steady rhythm,
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now onto each other, creating a pile.
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The steps came closer. The robot did not move. He could not make out
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anything in the dark. Then someone turned on the little lamp that hung in the
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ceiling. Light flooded the cramped room.
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The robot saw a little girl stand by the base of the staircase, still
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holding her hand on the switch. She looked around with big eyes.
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After a while, her eyes fell on the robot.
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"Who are you?" she asked.
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"I am a robot," the robot replied.
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"What are you doing down here?"
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"I work."
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She walked toward the robot. The robot did not know what to do. The pile
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got bigger. Soon the alarm would go off. The girl walked around him,
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examining him from his mechanical head to his neural head with curios eyes.
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"Aren't you cold down here?" she asked.
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He did not understand the question.
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"Cold?"
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"Yes, cold. Freezing?"
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"I do not understand what you mean."
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She touched the robot's steel chest.
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"But you are cold!" she said.
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The robot scanned his data bank. 'Cold. 1. LOW TEMPERATURE. adj. n. -er
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-est (at) at low temperature esp. when compared to the temperature of the
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human body, and not hot or warm.'
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"Yes, I am cold" the robot said.
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The girl seemed shocked. She started rubbing her hand on the chest of the
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robot.
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"But that's terrible!" she said.
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"It is?"
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The robot thought he had misunderstood something. 'Cold. 2. UNFRIENDLY.
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adj. -er -est not showing or influenced by affection, kindness or feeling and
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not friendly.'
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The robot got an idea. He opened his tool box and brought up a screw
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driver. Then he removed the six screws that held his chest plate in place. He
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carefully placed the plate by his feet. Inside him, the girl saw a jumble of
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colored cables. The robot carefully separated the bunch of cables with the
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hands, and revealed a little green cube in the center of the chest.
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"Touch it," said the robot.
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The girl slowly inserted her hand into the robot. When she reached the
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green cube, her face lit up.
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"It is warm!" she said with a happy voice.
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"Yes," the robot said, "It is my battery. It must be protected."
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The girl jumped up and down in joy.
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"It's fun! It's so... special. Oh, I want it! Please, could I have it? I
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promise to play carefully with it! I'll return it!"
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A warning message appeared in the electronic mind of the robot. He was
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granted to place his hands around the head of the girl, boost his force to
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maximum, until her skull was crushed. The battery had to be protected, it was
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the most important task for the moment. But the robot did not move. He
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scanned his bank over and over again after an answer. But he did not get any,
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because he had no proper question.
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The robot grabbed the arm of the girl, and slowly dragged her hand out of
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the chest. She looked sad when he did it. But he raised his finger with his
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right hand as to say that she was to stay put. Then he moved his left hand
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into his chest.
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A humming sound could be heard as the robot generated enough energy for
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the coming few seconds. Then he quickly jerked the battery away from its
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place. His arm moved slower and slower as he placed the green cube in the
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hand of the little girl.
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"Thank you!" she said. Then she turned around and ran up the staircase.
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When she was almost by the door, she yelled to the robot: "I promise to play
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carefully with it!" Then she opened the door and disappeared.
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But the robot did not hear anything. He just stood still, looking at
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nothing, holding his hand as if he had given something away, colder than ever
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before.
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/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////
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The height of the winter? The height of the times?
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My friend. Time to consult Sweden's best: www.lysator.liu.se/~chief
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Diplomacy: lying in state.
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uXu #368 Underground eXperts United 1997 uXu #368
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Call DESTINY STONE II -> +61-9246-3491
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