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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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'I'm sure that robot's not meant to behave like that,' said Nettle to herself, as she threw on her clothes and examined the thing she had mistaken for the TV remote control. On it were a variety of buttons. One of them had an icon of the Bellbot on it so she pressed it and the door reopened and the Bellbot peered in.'Wowzeee! You look terrific in that Gap T-shirt!' it exclaimed.'Will you please refrain from making personal comments!' said Nettle rather crossly.'Shit! No offence, man!' The Bellbot seemed genuinely hurt. 'What can I do for you?''Firstly I want to meet up with my colleagues. Secondly I think we probably would like to know how to get off this ship.''Hot dog!' The Beilbot snapped its fingers with a metallic ping. 'You mean there are more hot little numbers like you around?''You are behaving most impolitely for an android!'Nettle knew how to address a robot 'Would you please keep your personal comments to yourself or otherwise I will have you reported - and you know what that'll mean.'The Bellbot froze to the spot. 'Hey, man! I'm a genuine "personality transfer" bot. It's my character!''Well I don't like it. And you're here to serve me so just stop it at once.'The robot went all sulky. 'All right! Don't go on about it.''Do you know where my friends are?''Adjoining rooms?' suggested the Bellbot.Nettle was out of her cabin in a moment. Every door along the narrow corridor, that curved round and out of vision, had writing on it.'What's this say?' she asked. By way of answer the robot produced a pair of spectacles and offered them to Nettle. Nettle hesitated, then put them on.'Translatorspecs,' explained the Bellbot unhappily.Nettle could now see that every door had a name:'Hyacinth', 'Jasmine', 'Delphinium' and so on.'How tacky,' murmured Nettle and she started knocking on 'Cauliflower'. After a dozen or so vain attempts on various flora, she turned on the Bellbot which was walking quietly behind her with its hands folded behind its back. 'Look! Do you or do you not know where my friends are?'
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Douglas Adams' Starship Titanic
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'I'm sure that robot's not meant to behave like that,' said Nettle to herself, as she threw on her clothes and examined the thing she had mistaken for the TV remote control. On it were a variety of buttons. One of them had an icon of the Bellbot on it so she pressed it and the door reopened and the Bellbot peered in.'Wowzeee! You look terrific in that Gap T-shirt!' it exclaimed.'Will you please refrain from making personal comments!' said Nettle rather crossly.'Shit! No offence, man!' The Bellbot seemed genuinely hurt. 'What can I do for you?''Firstly I want to meet up with my colleagues. Secondly I think we probably would like to know how to get off this ship.''Hot dog!' The Beilbot snapped its fingers with a metallic ping. 'You mean there are more hot little numbers like you around?''You are behaving most impolitely for an android!'Nettle knew how to address a robot 'Would you please keep your personal comments to yourself or otherwise I will have you reported - and you know what that'll mean.'The Bellbot froze to the spot. 'Hey, man! I'm a genuine "personality transfer" bot. It's my character!''Well I don't like it. And you're here to serve me so just stop it at once.'The robot went all sulky. 'All right! Don't go on about it.''Do you know where my friends are?''Adjoining rooms?' suggested the Bellbot.Nettle was out of her cabin in a moment. Every door along the narrow corridor, that curved round and out of vision, had writing on it.'What's this say?' she asked. By way of answer the robot produced a pair of spectacles and offered them to Nettle. Nettle hesitated, then put them on.'Translatorspecs,' explained the Bellbot unhappily.Nettle could now see that every door had a name:'Hyacinth', 'Jasmine', 'Delphinium' and so on.'How tacky,' murmured Nettle and she started knocking on 'Cauliflower'. After a dozen or so vain attempts on various flora, she turned on the Bellbot which was walking quietly behind her with its hands folded behind its back. 'Look! Do you or do you not know where my friends are?'
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