The usage of such rarely implemented argot hit the air with the sparkling crackle of a thousand flint embers briefly burning with the subdued heat of a thousand and three brown dwarf suns pouring from the likes of a child’s obnoxiously grating hand toy from contemporary antiquity. Its shrieking hiss and soul piercing squeal akin to the proximal surface of a utility sink’s rust hued, tepid water flash boiling with the slow lowered quenching of torch whitened steel or blast furnace baked, high carbon emission, fuel coke.

Roy’s eyes went to saucers, his mental fog rolling right back to the ‘nowhere’ it apparently resided. The sweeping force and delivery of the robot’s booming notes and timbre so immediate and unmovable in permanence Roy could have likened them to some grand expanding sla...

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