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The Outpost and the Aliens* * * * * I began sweeping the floor again. "That's the fifth time you've swept up in the last hour," said Willie the Bard. "How much cleaner does the place have to be before you're happy?" "It's just nervous energy," I said. "They're fighting a war out there, and we're stuck here at the Outpost." The Bard glanced out the window. "Uh ... I hate to be the bearer of bad tidings," he said nervously, "but we're not as far from the war as you think." "What's happening?" I asked. "A ship just landed." He continued staring at it. "It's not like any other ship I've ever seen." "Damn!" I said. "We'll just have to defend the place as best we can." _"We?"_ repeated the Bard. "I'm a historian. I've never held a weapon in my life." "I can't stand them off all by myself," I said. "Einstein's blind, deaf and mute. You're elected." "Get Reggie to help." "He's a robot," I said. "A robot can't harm a sentient being, or, through inaction, allow harm to come to one." "Stupidest thing I ever heard," muttered the Bard. Then Reggie spoke |
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