2026-09-22 23:32 UTC
@MichaelTBacon@social.coop @emilymbender@dair-community.social @davidgerard@circumstances.run
She desperately reached out to grasp something, anything to fend off her attacker. She found something, a book. It wasn't particularly heavy. It's only real weight was the weight of it's words. She drew her arm in a whacked the robot as hard as she could, many times over. She lost count of how many times she hit that thing. When it was all over she pushed the revolting metal abomination off her and struggled to her feet.
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@chrisp@cyberplace.social 2026-09-22 23:35
@MichaelTBacon@social.coop @emilymbender@dair-community.social @davidgerard@circumstances.run She looked down at the book in her hands. Isaac Asimov, I, Robot. She allowed herself a slight smile, "I am the light house keeper now!", she exclaimed. The orphans were safe once more.