Escaped in the nick of
time. And stuck in my cabin overnight
as Edith Nelson happily prepares supper for Harry. Chip too I’m told. I can’t help feeling a bit guilty. But no
way am I going to endure another one of her domestic moods. The last time I spent two days in bed or in the head with a crate
of the pink stuff and a couple of jumbo rolls of toilet paper respectively. I’ll be sure to note that Harry and Chip
will probably be unavailable for work for the next couple of days.
Harry also told me that
she got him a robot that vacuums. Not a bad idea, but I can’t say I’m all that pleased with the way everything’s
getting so hands off nowadays. I had my own experience with a robot aboard Seaview
thank you very much, and I’ve been suspicious of the things ever since.
You can imagine my surprise
when the astronaut we were picking up turned out to be a robot. Not a sophisticated looking dummy of wires and transceivers,
but something that looked as if it belonged in some old B movie. Built to withstand heat, cold, solar storms, the whole megilla.
What it’s designer failed to tell it though, was not to get its programming fried in outer space, turn tail, and try
to destroy us.
It wouldn’t respond
to signals, it interfered with our ballast tanks, our air revitalization, it walked through bulkheads, etc. etc. and need
I go on, it damn near destroyed us and killed some of my crew. I’ve never
been partial to robots of any kind since then.
Harry managed to figure
out (why couldn’t it’s designer?) that it was attracted to light (a partial power source) and then he lured it
to the escape hatch and blew it out of Seaview, which was a good thing as the stupid machine attached some magnetic mines
So, off the boat and blown
up, things returned to normal, except of course, for the fact that my boat was still damaged and nothing could bring my dead
crewmen back to life.
Morton just called. Said
Edith has a present for me. A robotic floor mop I can use for Seaview. Oh the pain…