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"And where's that, sir?"
"Lima Three Niner, Deck Eight. It should be in the ducting off junction three-eighty-one."
Quong brought up the control routine for 'bot eleven. He tapped keys, gloomily shook his head.
"It doesn't seem to be responding. I can't gain control from here." He glanced at Xris. "You'll have to go fix it by hand." Drake frowned. "That's a secure area. I'm not sure--" "Excuse me, Commander," Jamil intervened. "But if this 'bot is dumping its chemicals, it's probably shorting out. Which means it could lose its programming and take off on its own. If it starts wandering around the air ducts, we might never find it. It might crash into something vital."
Drake looked worried. "Right, I see your point." He thought a moment. "Why don't you give me instructions on how to fix it. I'll go--"
"It takes special tools. I'll have to train you--"
"There's no time for that, Schwartz," Quong yelled. "The 'bot's starting to veer off course!"
Drake looked frazzled. He could handle an enemy bombardment. A runaway bug-'bot was something new in his experience. "Hell! Wait a minute. I'll get someone to escort you."
The commander bellowed. Everyone in the area halted, froze. The commander bellowed again, this time added a name.
A short man in Navy coverails jerked his head up, waved in response, came trotting over.
"Technician Collins
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