Traze-r was grateful for the special rubber-based titanium that Diet Smith had wisely designed for his face. Though its original intent was just to allow minor facial expressions, a hidden benefit was the ability to recover from a smash like he had just received.
His intelligence circuits went mad with insults. He was shocked that a robot with such a big, funny-looking mouth would have anything to say about his own, and in a rage, he swung at BF’s solar plexus.
BF was shocked. Why had no one told him of this critical weakness? He hung his head in shame, mumbling senseless algorithms. He needed something – anything – to give him the drive to stand and go back in the battle.
(Since Bassman has not shown up yet)
Traze-r was grateful for the special rubber-based titanium that Diet Smith had wisely designed for his face. Though its original intent was just to allow minor facial expressions, a hidden benefit was the ability to recover from a smash like he had just received.
His intelligence circuits went mad with insults. He was shocked that a robot with such a big, funny-looking mouth would have anything to say about his own, and in a rage, he swung at BF’s solar plexus.
BF was shocked. Why had no one told him of this critical weakness? He hung his head in shame, mumbling senseless algorithms. He needed something – anything – to give him the drive to stand and go back in the battle.
It came from the puny human: “Good work, Traze-R!
That was it! No more Mr. Nice Guy!
(to be continued)