A Bureaucrat And His Droid
Good day, current and future Omni-Tek employees. I'm Joesph Gerith Clyburn, a Martian soldier-turned-bureaucrat. I have a problem. It's not that I dislike Rubi-Ka and my new job. The planet reminds me of the Mars I knew as a boy. As for my job, I miss my tank armor, body-strengthening nanobots, and my assault rifle. I'm finding, though, that cyber armor, charming nanobots, and good shotguns are just as powerful. My problem is with my droid.
(pulls a droid shell from his backpack and activates it)
This is Binky, and it has a mind of its own. Let me show you. Say hello, Binky.
BINKY: Slurp my butt!
Do you get it? Either Binky is an escaped prototype or just a screwed-up droid. I'm banking on the screwed-up theory.
BINKY: Slurp my butt!
Shut up, Binky! Now, what I need is an engineer skilled in diagnostics. In return for debugging Binky, I'll buy whatever robot nano-crystal he or she wants. I'm willing to go into debt to have a droid that respects me!
BINKY: Slurp my butt!
(Binky goes berserk; Gerith draws his shotgun)
Get back, you piece of junk! I'll destroy you if I have to!
