Time for Action.
"Next in line please."
The two bots moved to the front of the line and paid for the same order: a nice chilled-not iced but cold-French Vanilla Flavored Coffee. This new robotics themed bar & coffee and restaurant in town was the best place to be.
Angus Droid: I love this place Bob. It's amazing and the best part is that no one really knows that we're not human.
Bob Droid: Lower your voice. You don't want to blow our cover.
Angus: I know that. Sorry about that.
Bob: No worries. Once the other team have our final report, then we can all start to permanently move away from Planet Teros to this much better planet. This planet called Earth shall be our home.
From a distance much farther than Pluto- an entire fleet of spaceships are heading towards the same direction: Planet Earth.
Robotic Notions
"Oh, I so need a lube job. It's been a terrible day."
"I've got the oil to fix that."
"Oh, don't be crude."
"I have crude oil too."
"Mr. Fix-It, aren't you?"
"There's a reason they call this place the 'Gear Shift.' Let me help you shift your gears."
"I'll just settle for some WD-40, thank you."
"A little 10W-30 might get your motor purring."
"And I'll re-purr-pose you into a hunk of tin."
"Touchy, touchy."
"No, not a touch-bot, just an old-fashioned go-bot. So go!"
"Suit yourself. I'll be charging over at the bar."
"Watch out for those stray electrons. They'll leave you even faster than I would."
His jaw hinge dropped so quickly it squeaked. Maybe he needed the WD-40 instead. Ha!
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The Testing Center
Two robots walk into a bar.
"Dammit, Jim, you can't just leave bars layin' out!" Henry scolded, leaning down to pick it up so that the robots wouldn't be stuck walking in the same place, their "feet" kicking at the bar over and over again. It was more of a bundle of piping, heavy enough to make Henry pant, but not too much so that Jim couldn't do it himself. Jim turned away from where he was assembling the new piping of the factory and shrugged, his scrawny shoulder raising up slightly before he turned away to twist another bolt.
Henry rolled his eyes and the robots moved past him, walking in their uniform path, legs straight and arms stiff against any movement. "Damn kids these days," Henry muttered, shaking his head as he followed the robots to make sure their hip movements were working better. He needed a promotion.