Description Of A Robot

(From I, Robot by Isaac Asimov)

"Gosh," marveled detective Will Smith with an audible gulp. "These things are robots?"

"Yes," replied Sexy Female Assistant, who was sassy and standoffish, but ultimately interested in romance. She pointed at one robot in the assembly line. "That one right there is special. It's the prototype."

The robot was magnificent. Its frame was mostly heavy cardboard that had been painted silver. A sparkling pot sat atop the body, bolts welded into place for eyes and teeth.

Tin can hands dangled from lengths of rope wrapped in duct tape, which served as arms. The robot's legs and feet were sledgehammers standing on end.

A multitude of colored light bulbs were affixed to every surface that was vaguely straight and sturdy enough to hold them. An enormous boat wheel protruded from the back, its spokes ringing futuristic-sounding bells as it spun.

"Robot #2" was scrawled vertically along the technological marvel's side in chalk.

Sexy Female Assistant frowned.

"Oh, no. I was pointing at the robot next to that one."

Instead of moving his eyes, Detective Will Smith fixed his gaze upon the prototype by rotating his entire body ever so slightly.

The robot was magnificent. Its frame was mostly heavy cardboard that had been painted silver. A sparkling pot sat atop the body, bolts welded into place for eyes and teeth.

Tin can hands dangled from lengths of rope wrapped in duct tape, which served as arms. The robot's legs and feet were sledgehammers standing on end.

A multitude of colored light bulbs were affixed to every surface that was vaguely straight and sturdy enough to hold them. An enormous boat wheel protruded from the back, its spokes ringing futuristic-sounding bells as it spun.

"Robot #1" was scrawled vertically along the technological marvel's side in chalk.

Description Of A Starbase's Newest Security Recruit

(From Yarr's Rumination: Quasars Of Discord by Aaron K. Broadview)

Yarr shifted uncomfortably behind the holodesk, her haunches sore from hours of squatting in the magnificent but wholly ethereal holothrone.

The office's white plasteel door slid open with a whoosh. In walked Blavdeel, the starbase's Kerloovian recruit which Yarr had heard much about, but had not seen in person.

Like all Kerloovians, Blavdeel's pebbled skin was a mottled orange that called to mind the sap-filled swamps of Angulan Primaris.

The alien's head was a wedge-shaped protrusion that jutted out from between massive shoulders without a neck to be seen. A puckered, twisting orifice served as snout and mouth, with a single tooth encircling the entire gumline. Yarr often felt that a smiling Kerloovian seemed to be choking on an oversized galactic washer, but she kept that to herself, along with her surprise that a tooth incapable of biting had survived the evolutionary process for so long.

Blavdeel's single eye was spread across dozens of sockets that were dotted across his pate. Each socket held a roughly cube-shaped sliver of white-sided eye that, if removed and placed against the others surrounding it, would ultimately produce a fairly normal - if oversized - eyeball.

Though large of frame, Blavdeel was lithe and long-limbed. His proto blaster was strapped nearly as low as his ankle for easy access. He wore the bright blue skinsuit of GalSec, a golden cloak pinned in place by a mysterious, battle-scratched pin in the shape of a burning rose.

That pin held secrets, Yarr instinctively knew. The Kerloovian before her held even more. This would prove to be an interesting sojourn indeed.

"Good day, Administrator Yarr," Blavdeel began, but before he could finish his head burst apart from the impact of a glowing blue plasma beam.

Description Of A Bioship

(From Capernicus Burns by Victoria Horizon)

Roanpold had never thought much of bioships, but as he hid in the metallic bushes of Grenslee IV's fifth moon watching the majestic Kreeloo, he was beginning to come around on the idea.

The creature floating just above the plain before him was majestic, the living embodiment of the very qualities that the metaverse's greatest engineers spent their ten thousand year lifetimes struggling to perfect.

The Kreeloo's elongated exoskeleton was a succession of sleek curves that drew the eye from front to back even when the observer tried their best to focus on one spot. There were no weak points. A single cavity on the creature's underside was blocked by a crackling psychic barrier that wouldn't let a molecule in or out without a signal from the brain.

There weren't many mounts for weapons, but that was fine. Roanpold simply needed a fast transport, and once domesticated the Kreeloo would ferry him about at nearly three times the speed of light.

Of course, capturing the potential bioship would be the tough part. He would need to sneak up on the creature, reach down and scoop it up in one hand, then use his free hand to dial in an instant teleport to the nearest Biofitter three galaxies away.

– Dennis "Corin Tucker's Stalker" Farrell

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