The robot hopped off the top of the train and landed without failure as it had calculated. The robot had quickly learned that it wasn't even an outsider in these parts. It was a machine. One that had to belong to someone. Digit had never before considered what it would be like to be fought over like he was some cheap can opener... it was degrading. A few sparks flew from the RH Unit's left hand returning his processing mind to the current moment. His wrist energy blaster was destroyed... the robot wouldn't be shooting anyone today. Digit slowly walked into the industrial building. Rumor had it that Mudokons were treated somewhat fairly here... perhaps Digit could get some help as well.
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