There was a pop and a man and a woman turned up, redirected from the 2012 Olympics.
"Where are we Sidney?" asked the woman.
"I don't know dear."
A meeter and greeter droid came into life. "Please do not panic," said the droid, "you have been redirected to precinct 1 of the time backwater. You were trying to access a time which is very busy and until it becomes less busy please enjoy the facilities."
"Do we need money in this place?"
"Any form of currency will do."
The couple went to the canteen that was full of droids expecting a fight.
"Hello?" inquired Sidney.
The chef droid struggled to the counter, "Greetings, what can I do for you?" said the droid as it tried to pull its chef's hat on properly.
"Can we have two beef burgers please and two colas."
The chef droid went to the retran machine, inputted some numbers and came back with some burgers and colas from the 2012 Olympics. "That will be £5 please," asked the droid.
"Do you take credits?" asked Sidney.
"That will be 10 credits then."
"Valusian Gold Card?"
"That will do nicely Sir," said the droid as it scanned the card with its hand.
The man looked at the congregation of droids in the canteen, "Is it a party?"
"No, you are in a war zone. Have a nice day."
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War in the Precincts
Science FictionThis was my initial idea for the Science Fiction Smackdown. Because I had the germ of an idea I thought I would enlarge on it a little. Splob and Grunkel access the Main Processor's alternate personality. This causes a War in the Precincts.
