“I know, it seems it is only me who can feel anything, pain usually from having to suffer the incompetence of my robot workforce. I seem to have a headache, I wonder if they make tablets for that?”
Millie the tea lady entered. “MP,” she asked, “I cannot get out of this area, the blast doors are down.”
“I know Millie, the AP has done it. After all there is a war on.”
“How am I supposed to make cappuccinos if I can’t get some more milk?”
“But there are no other life forms in this area? In fact I don’t know why you came in at all.”
“I do my rounds, just in case. If there’s nobody here I usually have one myself.”
“What do you think I should do Millie?”
“About what?”
“The war.”
“Maybe if you didn’t want to repatriate the gnomes, but let them live here, you wouldn’t have this problem. After all most of them were born here, this is their home.”
“It’s just not in my programming Millie.”
”Well maybe that’s the problem. Your programming wants you to send them back to where they come from. If they were born here they return here.”
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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.