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few more keystrokes. Joe had recorded the adventure with the cameras in his clarks. His monitor blinked and the roadside battle began. The men all watched with rapt attention. Kento's words rang in Mark's head as he watched the fight. I wonder if Kento knows about Joe's disease. I guess they will have to find out if we ever want to use these things again, Mark thought. Joe knocked his assailant unconscious and fell to the ground next to him. "Joe you are so quick. We should dub this to a hyperbeat song. All I see are those guys reacting." Mark was very excited. "It's four frames a second," Joe said. "See Kento's pile of bodies." The truck screamed into view, and the trucker fired his gun. The men ran off. "Wow," Mark's mouth was open. Mark reached over Joe and paused the recording. He shuttled backward until the trucker was in plain view. "Wow what a great guy. Shotgun trucker..." Mark paused looking lost in thought. "Send me this video." "Okay." Joe stared at the image of the mystery trucker.
Amman walked away from Joe's bench and toward his messy pile of papers and the microscope. Kento looked in his direction and then followed him. Mark caught Amman glancing over at their absent gaze. He can't think we are watching him, Mark thought. He turned to Joe. "Now will you checkout the gyroscopes I just hooked up?" Mark purposefully sounded a little childish. "Yeah okay. I should work." Joe turned away from the video. They shu?ed over toward the pen containing the robot base. Mark hit a couple of keys beginning the sequence once again. Mark strained to hear the conversation across the shop over the whining motors. The routine stopped, leaving Mark with nothing to say. He was relieved when Joe chimed in. "I have an idea." Joe looked tired. "Okay?" "How about a second pair of arms?" Joe sounded hopeful. "What about regulations?" Mark said, "Aren't we supposed to be getting closer to a human form? Isn't that the point of the new rules?" "I think it's legal," Joe said, "The rules say only human style arms, and tracks or wheels for feet." "So it's legit because it's a human part, there are just more of them." Mark sounded excited, "Joe you're a genius. Two could grapple and two could attack! But what if they disqualify us?" "We can make them detachable." Mark's brain was whizzing with possible attachment points and remote control changes when Amman passed by. Mark was so distracted he was briefly shocked by Amman's proximity to him. Amman looked at Mark. "I'm going home. Robert's in charge." He was slurring badly. He was visibly exhausted. He went to the back of the shop to get his coat and keys. Kento was reading through Amman's numerous disorganized notes. Who's Robert, Mark wondered. Amman has completely lost it. He's imagining people. I guess sooner or later he had to give up. He has been going for three days straight. Mark and Joe walked toward Kento as Mark pondered Amman's strange statement. They cautiously slid over to Kento, afraid to encourage further domination of the microscope and ultrasound panel. They looked over Kento's shoulder at Amman's cryptic notes. They heard Amman close the door. "I think Amman is losing it. He was talking about somebody named Robert."
"Oh that's me," Kento sounded amused. "I got the name in high school." "Robert?" Oh, that was dumb, Mark thought. "The dumb kids couldn't say Kempo. I think they thought they were clever." Joe smiled. "Oh," Mark sounded relieved. "So what did they call Joe?" Joe frowned, and Kento smiled. "You don't want to know." Kento grinned looking at Joe. Joe stared Kento dead with his eyes. Mark couldn't help but smile too.
Chapter 13
Nathan Jones hated group trips to the gym. He appreciated the virtues of a good workout, but that's not what usually happened. He and several of his coworkers would stand around and patiently wait for the menace to finish his work out. The menace would boast and brag as he benched the same hundred twenty pounds as he did every week. No one
Amman walked away from Joe's bench and toward his messy pile of papers and the microscope. Kento looked in his direction and then followed him. Mark caught Amman glancing over at their absent gaze. He can't think we are watching him, Mark thought. He turned to Joe. "Now will you checkout the gyroscopes I just hooked up?" Mark purposefully sounded a little childish. "Yeah okay. I should work." Joe turned away from the video. They shu?ed over toward the pen containing the robot base. Mark hit a couple of keys beginning the sequence once again. Mark strained to hear the conversation across the shop over the whining motors. The routine stopped, leaving Mark with nothing to say. He was relieved when Joe chimed in. "I have an idea." Joe looked tired. "Okay?" "How about a second pair of arms?" Joe sounded hopeful. "What about regulations?" Mark said, "Aren't we supposed to be getting closer to a human form? Isn't that the point of the new rules?" "I think it's legal," Joe said, "The rules say only human style arms, and tracks or wheels for feet." "So it's legit because it's a human part, there are just more of them." Mark sounded excited, "Joe you're a genius. Two could grapple and two could attack! But what if they disqualify us?" "We can make them detachable." Mark's brain was whizzing with possible attachment points and remote control changes when Amman passed by. Mark was so distracted he was briefly shocked by Amman's proximity to him. Amman looked at Mark. "I'm going home. Robert's in charge." He was slurring badly. He was visibly exhausted. He went to the back of the shop to get his coat and keys. Kento was reading through Amman's numerous disorganized notes. Who's Robert, Mark wondered. Amman has completely lost it. He's imagining people. I guess sooner or later he had to give up. He has been going for three days straight. Mark and Joe walked toward Kento as Mark pondered Amman's strange statement. They cautiously slid over to Kento, afraid to encourage further domination of the microscope and ultrasound panel. They looked over Kento's shoulder at Amman's cryptic notes. They heard Amman close the door. "I think Amman is losing it. He was talking about somebody named Robert."
"Oh that's me," Kento sounded amused. "I got the name in high school." "Robert?" Oh, that was dumb, Mark thought. "The dumb kids couldn't say Kempo. I think they thought they were clever." Joe smiled. "Oh," Mark sounded relieved. "So what did they call Joe?" Joe frowned, and Kento smiled. "You don't want to know." Kento grinned looking at Joe. Joe stared Kento dead with his eyes. Mark couldn't help but smile too.
Chapter 13
Nathan Jones hated group trips to the gym. He appreciated the virtues of a good workout, but that's not what usually happened. He and several of his coworkers would stand around and patiently wait for the menace to finish his work out. The menace would boast and brag as he benched the same hundred twenty pounds as he did every week. No one
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