"...im sorry to have to do this to you my digital friend, but your protocol routines require lengthy verbal interaction and reconfiguration for you to trust me, and none of us has that kind of time right now..."
| (Meanwhile, on the moon's
surface, I.B.I.D at last reaches the DEC 5 only
to discover that someone had beat him to the spacecraft, and
the stranger known only as Ohvmyr
was armed with a handheld Droid
Restraining Beam!) |
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"...im sorry to have to do this to you my digital friend, but your protocol routines require lengthy verbal interaction and reconfiguration for you to trust me, and none of us has that kind of time right now..." |
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