You wheel your powered chair out of the doctor's office grumbling about the copay, and planning on spending the afternoon figuring out the new 'chair control' you've got in your lap.  You'll have to solder it on to your chair arm, but that's doable.

The weird bit is its got the 'scriff inside' insignia that has seemed to pop up on computer devices over the last few months.  No one except those in the know, know how they work, but they do speed computer performance.

A few heavy drops fall, and then you're in your van, and on the way home.

Once there, you get out the solder, and start laying a bead.  After that, you touch the control with your hot solder.  You see a puff of steam rise from it as heat hits.  A raindrop must have lodged inside somewhere.

The steam provides a medium....

A flash of white light, arcing out from the device, slamming into you, and all around you are gold bubbles in the painless white fire....

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You wake sitting in your chair.  You are chill.  The air is dusty, and dry.  Things are very, very quiet.  You feel strangely light.

Your eyes are closed.

A breath of wind hits you.  Its cold and dry.

PT

I open my eyes and look around to see where I am and to see whats around me or am I dead and don't know it yet.

Its heading toward evening (it was noon), and you're on a field of gray stones baseball size and smaller.  There are patches of flat rock as well.

The horizon seems...odd.

The area seems to be of low, rolling hills.

You hear Soxy meow at you from ten feet away.  Scattered on the ground are a number of your items.

PT

Call soxy over immediately and then roll my chair to collect my stuff.
How do I feel does anything seem abnormal or out of place.
Also study the horizon and the stones.

Soxy, your cat, sprints over to you with fear giving his feet wings.  He lands in a terrific leap, claws out, on your opposite leg, and scrambles back into your lap, and fixes himself there.

The flat rocks look like granite with a partial overlay of a sandstone.  The small stones look like a mix of the above.

The horizon seems awfully close.

You feel normal in body except for feeling a bit light.

PT

I caress and pet Soxy with a fever, then gather everything I can find,once I have everything, can I see if the stones lead to anything or is there a town or something in the distance I could head to.

You gather your things, and set out along what looks like it might be a path.  This takes you over the pass between two low hills.

In the distance, you can see a glimmer of light, but is at least a mile and a half away.

You hear a ringing noise to your left, and spot in the growing darkness what looks to be a short, mechanical shape in a steady up and down working mode rather like some of the small oil derricks that dot Texas.  It glitters silver, and is on the next hill over, at least three hundred yards away.

The sun goes down suddenly, and the temperature drops ten degrees as unfamilar stars blaze in the night sky.

PT

I look around somemore and wonder what the hell is going on, then I decide to try and find a place to spend the night.
I secure everything cuddle Soxy and head for the silver rig looking thing 300 yards away.

At first it looks like a well pump, or derrick.  Then, it looks boxy.  Then it looks humanoid.

You pause twenty feet away as the robot bends down again to pick up a rock, and then chunk it downhill in a clatter to a waiting bin the size of a semi trailer.  The rocks look to be several hundred pounds that the robot is lifting.

Its head turns toward you even as it continues to work.

"May I assist, milady?"

The temperature has dropped another five degrees, and its full moonlight dark out.

PT

I turn to the Robot, and say," Yes I am lost and it is getting cold and I don't move to fast, could you help me find shelter?"

"Certainly. My apologies for not realizing you needed help."  He/it looks pained at his neglect.

He starts pushing your wheelchair down hill toward the gleam of lights.

"My mistress owns three small porta-domes.  She will be able to offer you shelter.  It is two klicks away.  I am uncertain as to the proper strategy to aid you.  Perhaps you could assist."

He pauses, waiting for your response.

"I could carry you much faster than this chair can go, but I cannot balance the chair and you.  Should we leave the chair behind, or maintain our present mode of transport.  Also, if I carry you, I can go up to forty miles per hour, but I fear such speed would only cool you further.  What should I do?"

PT

I cuddle Soxy close to keep warm ( He is large and weighs 18 lbs)
I say to the Robot," At the rate of cool down I think speed is our best option, leave the chair, can you carry all my stuff and me and still go forty miles per hour? How fast could we get there at that speed?

"Two and a half minutes, ma'am."

He picks you and Soxy up, and starts running.  He has the acceleration of a sports car, but tops out at ....

"With your cat unbalancing me, I must limit my speed to thirty five.  If you could keep him immobile that would help."

Soxy is trying to keep warm, and willing to keep you warm too, but he's also a bit freaked out by the shiny metal man, and so he keeps shifting his weight, and moving his head.

About three minutes later, you're at the first of three interconnected domes.  Your teeth are chattering.

Silver knocks on the door.

"Mistress, emergency, please open." He calls out very loudly. "She is hard of hearing. You'll have to talk loudly to me too as she insists we not have better hearing than her."

The electronic door is still shut.

PT

I try to calm Soxy down for the ride, when we arrive at the dome I say fairly loudly," Hello I am Amanda and I need assistance please open up your door it is very cold out here."

About a minute later, the door opens.

A woman stands in the doorway, and stares at you in shock. Her features flicker other emotions too filtered for you to catch them.

"You...how...do you have a spaceship, uh, I mean of course you do." She begins to slam the door shut with a display of fury. "This MY mining claim!"

The robot reaches out and holds the door open.

"Mistress, please step aside. First Law requires me to not let a human be harmed. This lady is a refugee, and very cold."

The woman blinks. And then steps back.

You enter into blessed warmth, and rather confined pack-rattish space.

PT

I look at the woman and look around the room and say loudly,
" Mam I am not here for your mining claim I don't even know where here is or what planet this is, I am from Earth  and I do not have a space ship something happened to me at my home and I awoke here with my cat some of my stuff and my wheel chair, my legs are paralized I can not walk, just ask yur Robot where and how he found me, please I need help and shelter."
I am very confused, cold and lost this would sound very strange to me as well, I just hope she let's me spend the night and then tomorrow I can get answers I hope.
I think this is some dream, maybe I was really hurt I am in a coma or something, and this is how my brain is staying active, I guess I watch to much Sci-Fi.
This message was last edited by the player at 00:09, Tue 26 Feb 2008.

She gives you a disbelieving glare, but does not object when Silver deposits you at a table in a fold-up chair.

Silver asks you what you would like to eat and drink as it puts an electric heat blanket around your shoulders.  He suggests several things, and the domeowner objects to one of them as 'too expensive'.

Hot chocolate is that one.

Silver leaves.

"You can stay. I could not leave you out anyways.  First Law of Robotics." The domeowner speaks. "My name is Cynthia Rodriquez the Second."

PT

I move my paralized legs after Silver places me into the chair, after Silver asks me what I want to eat, I say," Anything hot will do, I am frozen to the bone."
I watch Silver leave then I respond to her,
" Thank  you Cynthia I do not want to be a burdon, do you have any food for my cat Soxy here, and are you a Robot Cynthia?"

Her face turns softer as she looks at Soxy.

"Silver, get a half-ounce of the steak bits for Soxy."

Soxy looks interested, but at the same time quite distrustful.

You ask again and ...

"NO! I am not a robot. I was born on Earth. Couldn't stay, the Land Tax is dreadful."

She looks away as if she is seeing far beyond the close in walls, and densely packed room.

Silver comes out with a cup of tea, and a bowl of chicken noodle soup, and something he calls "Nutri chips".  He then places the steak bits out for the cat who seems quite eager until Cynthia tries to hand them to him.  Then Soxy backs off.  The situation is resolved by Silver taking the bowl back and putting it on the table.

Soxy digs in, although she occasionally glances at you to see if its all right for her to be sitting on the table.

PT

I am still really confused, why does she have to abey the first law of robotics if she is not a robot, oh well, I eat the food that is placed in front of me.
I give Soxy reasurance that it is ok to eat on table.
" I am sorry, can I ask what year this is?"

"2742 Common Era. What a strange question."  She stares at you with fascinated loathing.

Soxy stares at her with his hair up, and then relaxes as you tell him he can eat off the table.  He retracts his extended claws and gets about the serious business of eating.

Silver comes in.

"I believe you need rest after your shock. I hope that I can give her Beverly's room." He looks at Cynthia for permission.

"Sure, she doesn't need it anymore." Cynthia walks out, her body stiff, and her voice cold.

PT
OOC: What would happen if she put you outside? You'd freeze. What would Silver do to stop this?  Thus she has to obey the First Law even though she's not a robot.

I am in shock that many years, and it really doesn't feel like a dream.
I watch Cynthia leave, and I think she must think I am crazy I would if I where her. After Cynthia leaves I turn to Silver and say," thank you for everything, also I will need help getting around if you do not mind assisting me?"

"I will carry you to Beverly Simplot's old room, if you like, Lady Amanda."

Unless you object, he picks you up, takes you to an airlock which leads into a short tunnel about fifteen feet long, and opens another airlock to another dome.  He then walks around a looping corridor next to the exterior wall until he gets to a door.

"Open." He says.

It opens, and he carries you inside, and sits you on the bed.

The room, like everything else is very crowded, but it seems friendlier, brighter than the rest of the dome spaces you've seen.  Its the room of someone who knew how to laugh at theirself.

"If you wish, I can retrieve your chair now?"  Silver asks. "Gold is still working outside, but Brass has positioned himself in Dome Three which is the Machine Support Dome for this prospecting base.  He is undergoing routine maintenance, but if you need his help, merely press this button, and give him your command."

PT

I smile and say," Thank you and yes it would be good to get my chair I will need it to get around, and I will push the button if I need assistance but I am very tired and should rest, oh where is the bathroom?"

He shows you to the bathroom.  It has a number of odd functions, but you are able to decipher the usages with a minute of thought.

Shortly, you're back in bed, and drifting off to sleep surrounded by strange smells, and unusual creaks.  Soxy curls up next to you.

The next morning you wake, not feeling terrifically refreshed, with a dream of a person watching you from the doorway as you slept still lingering with you.

Upon checking, you find that Cynthia has left her dome to work in the prospecting area, gathering, and grading samples as Golden puts it.

PT

I look to see if Silver has retrieved my chair, and crawl out of bed.
I worry a little about being watched and then (If my chair is here)
I leave the dome I slept in and look around, after learning that Cynthia has left I ask Gold, or Silver whoever is here about breakfast and ask if they have time to talk.

You climb into your chair.

Gold makes you breakfast. You haven't met him before.  His voice is bass, as compared to Silver's which is baritone.

"Good morning, Amanda, if I may call you that? Silver said you seemed informal."

You ask for breakfast, and he gives you the rundown of choices.

In the breakfast cabinet, freeze-dried egg mix, hash browns, sausage, and sausage with calorie-less fat form the top row.  Boxes of pancake batter and syrup fill the second row, and the third row is vacuum-packed fruit.

"I would be glad to talk to you, Amanda. We robots appreciate Human interaction. We were designed to crave at least a thousand words a day with a human. I sense that you are in a situation that is truly novel for you. In accordance with the Second Law of Robotics, I would be pleased to assist you in anyway congruent with the law, and the First Law."

PT

I have breakfast and ask for eggs, sausage and hashbrowns, then after i eat I say to Gold," Yes you can call me Amanda that is fine, as for my situation, the last thing i remember I was in my house hooking up new software then there was an accident and I awoke out there and I saw Silver, I was on Earth in the year 2008, i know it sounds unbelievable."

The breakfast is expertly prepared, but suffers a bit from 'TV dinner-itis'.  You suspect all the meals here will be likewise.

"Not so unbelievable, Amanda. We robots are creatures of logic. If one were to take the a priori assumption that time travel is impossible, then what you say is unbelievable, but if one did not make that assumption then what you say becomes more understandable. Also, there are three cases in history that time travel, or something like it seems to be the most satisfactory explanation. Unfortunately, while we have hyperdrive, time travel eludes us as a practical matter."

He pauses.

"I do know that unless you did not approach this moonlet on a spaceship.  Their is not matter stream from a rocket except for the supply rocket six months ago.  The only other method of getting here without a stream is a solar sail, and I or the others could not have failed to have spotted one as they are quite large. Of course, you may have arrived here by a novel reactionless drive which would be a technology greater than we have.  However, it seems unlikely that you would then be confined to a wheelchair when a simple surgery that any doctor bot could manage three centuries ago would be able to fix the problem if you had technology in advance of ours."

He pauses again, and ticks off a point on his fingers.

"So, you arrived here by non-rocket means, and since you are a Human, and thus to a degree trustworthy (we robots are programmed to trust humans), and in my personal judgment, a human of good character, I will assume that you arrived here by time travel, or some similar means."

PT

I listened intently, the Robot was logical and didn't miss any angle.
When he was done I said,"Well that was a very logical conclusion if I don't say so myself Gold, and did you say you have Doc bots that could fix my spinal injury?"
I see very excited and interested in Gold's answer to this question.

He pauses.

"Let me check in the other dome, Amanda."

He comes back ten minutes later.

"Bronze is trained in that skill.  However, he is currently just returned to duty in the prospecting.  Naturally, we had to have a doctor bot for two humans so far from civilization.  It would have been a violation of First Law to allow Cynthia and Beverly to go out here by themselves."

PT

My eyes light up when Gold tells her they have a Bot that can fix her injury, then I say," That is wonderful whenever he is ready, so Cynthia and Beverly are here at this site by themselves or the whole planet?"

"Beverly died two days ago. This is particularly unfortunate because they had just discovered a very large deposit of Strentonium ore, and were discussing going back to Earth.  However, we robots failed Beverly."

It has a look of pain on its face.

"Now, only you and Cythia are the only Humans on this moon. I will discuss an appropriate time to arrange the micro-surgery with the other robots and Cynthia.  We will be glad to assist you in this matter."

PT

I look solemn as well and say," I am sorry for your loss of Beverly, how did she die?"
Then I think and say," After my surgery if Cynthia needs help to get this ore I will do what I can so she can go back home."

"She froze to death outside. We on the inside were unaware that she was outside, and thought she had gone to bed early.*

The robot pauses.

"I am uncertain she will wish your help. However, we are nearly done. In one week's time, a Mining Guild starship will be here to authenticate the claim. As seems to me, virtually certain, they will do so, and offer Cynthia a very remunerative contract for her property."

PT

I stand there and respond," Again I am sorry for your loss, and that is great that she will get a contract and then she can go home but please Gold let her know I will do anything I can to help, she has helped me so I wish to return the favor, do you understand that concept Gold my friend."

"We are well versed in ethical structures, and have a deep understanding of them ingrained into our being.  It was found that making sentients without an ethical sense was very dangerous, and so now it is against the law. I will inform Cynthia, and I am personally pleased to be considered your friend."

He comes back about an hour later.

He seems troubled.

"Unfortunately, my mistress feels that our help is fully needed, and we won't be able to perform the surgery.  She also wishes me to inform you with these precise words. 'Your help is neither required, nor wanted. I have no need for someone sent to spy on my mining claim to 'help' me.'  Amanda, I fear she mistrusts your motives.  I do not entirely understand her attitude as you seem to have behaved with honor."

PT

I listen to Gold and say," I understand Gold and thank you I try to act with honor, if she doesn't trust me that is her right, and of course you must obey  your charge, hopefully the surgery can be performed after you are done with the required tasks."
She rolls towards the door and says," I wish to just go look outside but not near the mining area I have no interest in it at all, I just want to see what this place looks like and possibly how I might be able to get back home."

You set off from the three interconnected domes in the bright, but thin sunlight.  Now that your senses are not overwhelmed by the weirdness of being on a small moon, you can clearly tell that the air is much thinner.  However, you seem to be breathing relatively normally, or at least normal for high in the mountains.

Leaving the small valley with the domes behind you travel from interesting spot to interesing spot.  You find some prospecting digs, but they are not being worked on, and look like they are long abandoned.

You find a mylar bag, about five foot by two foot, laying on the ground in a rectangle near a dig site.

You also find your waking up spot. You can clearly see your wheelmarks, and with a bit of work deduce from them your path.  Problem is, its starts in the middle of a tracked area with no sign of hoe you got there.

I will check the bag and after looking at it return it the way I found it.
When I return to where my wheel marks start I try to figure out how I started there other then just appearing in this spot. I also have soxy with me.
I will check out everything around me and watch the time closely do not want to get caught outside at dark thats for sure.

You clearly did not land in a spaceship, and there is no sign that someone dragged you here unconscious and dropped you off.

You open the bag, and see Beverly's body through a clear plastic inner bag.  Startled and dismayed, you feel your stomach lurch.  Then tenderly, you close the bag back up.

An organ tune from the bag plays.

Its "Amazing Grace".

A beautiful, sculpted voice speaks.

"This is the final rest of Beverly Sanderson's body until the Ressurection. She touched many lives, and we will miss her."

A pause as the organ music swells to its conclusion...

"And now for any eulogies by friends...."

"Yeah, the greedy witch bought the farm.  Boo hoo.  I'm supposed to feel.....sad? Hah. She didn't have friends.  She just had people she used. So rest in peace, su...you conniving little thief."  Cynthia's voice jumps out of the speaker like sword blades.

"Thank you for your kind message.  We at Memorial Space Bags extend our condolences as we have for the past one hundred twenty years to explorers, the space navy and freight crews, and miners among the far-flung stars."

The message stops.

I am a little taken back by Cynthia's comments and the body, but I gain my composure. Somehow I was transported through space and time and landed on this planet how did this happen and why I think to myself.
I look around to see if I can see any of the robots or Cynthia working or any signs of them working.

You can faintly hear Silver working on the far side of two small hills, but you see no sign of him.  Other than that, you are alone.

PT

I decide to check things out somemore, I travel away from the sound of Silver, waqtching the time to make sure I can get back to the safety of the domes before it gets cold.

You find more test holes in the ground, and just over a small line of hills to the south of the domes is a silver dart--its a starship.  The craft is landed on its side, and it has a tiny runway carved out of the lunar soil.

There is a door in the side of the craft.  It is closed.

PT

I will look around and when I spot the spaceship I will make my over to it to check it out more closely.
I will be careful not to disturb anything and also still keeping an eye on the time as well.

You can see two exhausts.  One is larger, and underneath the rocket nozzle of the sky-pointing dart is patch of melted and bubbled stone.  The other has clear warnings in several languages on an access panel.

"Hyperspatial Transfer/Ion Engine. DANGER. Fifth Dimensional Effects. High Radiation. Only Open by Service Personal. Owner repairs void the warranty."

As you look at it, you do feel strange. You feel as if you're looking down on your body. And then you see yourself moving backwards as if a film was being rewound.

PT

Try to move away from the ship maybe there was a leak and i was being effected by it in some way, move to the other end of the ship trying to figure out if it landed or crashed and look for a way into it if possible.

The ship is a dart pointed skyward, but you move away from it, and quickly feel centered in your body again.  The visions flee, and you're left with a slight headache, and a wish for something to nibble on.

You realize its gotten toward lunch.

Looking about the ship, you see on the far side a hatch about fifteen feet up in the air.

It looks like it landed on a tail of fire rather like the moon landers, but dart shape, and much larger.  Its like something out of a nineteen fifties rocket tale with daring heroes armed with rayguns, and Princesses of Mars.

PT

I chuckle at the old look of it, and realize I can't reach the door, then I feel hungry . I start to head back to the domes but make sure I remember where this ship is so I can come back for a better look.

Lunch is being served. Cynthia grumbles at feeding you, and instructs Silver to 'not overstuff you', but the robot brings back a full plate of pork chop, green beans, and mashed potatoes anyways.

"So why have you come here?"

Cynthia begins.

Later she speaks again.

"I understand you wanted a surgery. I was too hasty.  But, I need to do if there is any medicine, or foods that you are allergic, I mean deathly allergic too.  Like, I knew one man who almost died from eating a peanut.  That kind of thing. Ah, in preparation for the surgery."

She seems rather too enthused about the question.

PT

I look at Cynthia and say," Honestly I have no idea why I came here, one minute I was on Earth in 2008 there was an electrical accident and I awoke here, and as far as I know I am not allergic to anything and when you are ready and can spare the robots the surgery would be great, and again Cynthia thank you for your help and kindness I would have died out there if you and your robots did not help me."
I say this with all sencerity and honesty.

She smiles at you as if she knows you're lying.

"Well, that's good then.  Are you ready to have the operation now?"

"I would prefer to have her fast for a few hours before..." Bronze begins in his light tenor voice.

"But does it really matter?" Cynthia replies with a bright smile.

"No...not really. Mistress Amanda, if you wish we can take you to the medical bay, and begin the procedure."

PT

I am very excited and start to roll my chair towards the medical bay and then I say," I have been ready for a long time Bronze you do not know what this means to me, yes I am very ready."

They lay you down on a comfortable couch, and pass a glowing metal bar near your head.

Next thing you know, you see Bronze smiling tentatively at you.

"We had some difficulties with your surgery. Cynthia tried to enter in to examine you at a particularly delicate time.  As a consequence, you will likely experience more soreness and a slower recovery time than would have been optimal.  However, I am confident that within several weeks you will be fully recovered, able to run, dance, and leap. Most of that will be rehab for your mucles. I want you to wear this electronet as much as you can. It will stimulate your muscles.  However, it is very tiring, and I don't want you to make yourself sick, alright?"

He hands you a fine net of wire, and tiny nodes in the shape of a lower body stocking.  It will cover your legs and all the way up to your breast bone.

Then he touches your toes with an electrical device. Your legs move. You will them to move...and they do, although sluggishly, and with a lot of effort.

"It will improve." Bronze assures you.

PT

I am amazed and I begin to cry in joy as I can feel and move my legs.
I carefully move and put on the body electronet and then I say,
" Thank you so much bronze with this net on is it ok to stand and try to walk or should I still use my chair until I get stronger?"
I am just so sorry and move towards bronze and kiss him on his cheek.

"Probably a mixture of both," he says calmly.  "As much exercise as you can manage would be good."

So he helps you to your feet, and you stand trembling as your legs wobble under you. He helps you make a few steps across the room, and you complete the journey back on your own.

"At least every hour, I want you up, and trying more. Keep in reach of something to catch yourself as your'e still unstable. If there are any other questions...?"

He makes to leave.

PT

I take a seat in my chair and I say as Bronze leaves," thank you again if I have any trouble I will call for you."
I then roll towards the kitchen area looking for something to eat.

You find some self-slicing ham, a container that opens up, slices off the amount you want, and closes after you've retrieved your morsels. Soon enough, you're eating a ham sandwhich, with a side of navy beans, and carrots.  Again, its not great food, but it does the job.

Cynthia comes in, and gives you a strange expression which after a second you realize is her attempt to smile.

"I could take you out to see the digging. Would you like to go with me?"

PT

I look up at Cynthia and I say," Yes I would like that alot,lead the way and I will follow Cynthia."

She takes you out to see some holes in the ground. She seems wonderfully pleased by them, tho'.  They do have a different colored rock in them than you've seen elswhere...its faintly pink.

"This is my wealth.  My home on Earth, a proper estate. No more pre-packaged food to have to eat. No more confined little domes."

She tries to get you to walk a few feet over to see the holes in the ground.  If you consent, she helps you, and then quickly walks back to your wheelchair.  If not, she dumps you from your wheelchair.

"This is why I can't have you reporting to the Justice Minister. You slipped in here aboard a stealthed starship. Investigating me. Well, Beverly knows what happens to those who try to take what's mine. She whined about 'we're partners, half and half. I discovered the ore. Little thief. She was just waiting for me to turn my back. I had to get rid of her. And then you come, in your starship, to stop me. You won't stop me. I'm going back to Earth. YOU WON'T STEAL WHAT'S MINE!"

She's babbling, and there is a look in her eyes that is not at all reasonable. In fact, she looks quite mad.

PT

I get up to take a look and then relize what she plans to do, first I think to try to reason with her but then I see the madness in her eyes, i am pretty much screwed no matter what I do, I then decide I have to try something.
" So you killedbeverly because she wanted half, just give me enough to leave this planet and you will never see me again, I will report things are perfectly fine how does that sound, just enough to get me out of here sound good to you Cynthia?"

"No, I get it. You're a bounty hunter, a bounty hunter, a bounty hunter, with a stealthed starship. You want your ten percent of my wealth for turning me in. I'm not giving you ten percent, or even one percent. I have the only starship here. No, no, I, ...you're trying to blackmail me. Set me up so that I'm living the good life on Earth, and you'll be able to drain me whenever you please. Well, I'm not playing that game. Oh no, Beverly, I'm not playing your game."

PT

There is no way I am going to get to this mad woman, I can't run away and I have no way of getting a hold of any of the Robots. How can I deal with this woman, how do you deal with a madwoman.
Then I decide a new tactic," I am not Beverly, you killed her, remember your greed did her in, I am not a bounty hunter just let me go back to the domes and  you can go to Earth and I will stay here take your money I don't want any of it, can't you see what this is doing to you, can't you see what your greed has turned you into?"

She stares at you for a long second, and then another, and another, and then she drops to the rocky ground, and begins to sob with her face almost touching her right knee.

She's babbling something, but in the midst of her weeping, and self-recriminations and woe you can't make it out.

PT
OOC: Decent arguement, and the dice, dey loved you. Add a @1 bonus to your Persuaviveness.

I get away from the hole and get back into my chair and begin to head back to domes.
Then I say," Come Cynthia lets go back to the domes and we can talk ok."
I put a hand on her shoulder to console her and motion her to follow me back.

ooc- I was just trying to get her back to the domes so I could get the help of the robots, then the greed thing helped me, and dice sometimes do love me..
Thank you.

You're heading back, and are about halfway when she starts muttering to herself again. Her insanity, which you drove back, seems to be regathering force.

OOC: About a 2-3% chance, I would have given you on that, but the dice really did love you.  Of course, she's very nuts, and you haven't remotely cured her, just got her to see righteousness and reason for a few minutes.

PT

I keep heading back if she slows or stops I will continue if I see any robot i will yell out to them immediately.

You see Silver, and yell to him. The robot registers the distress in your voice, and sprints over at fifty miles per hour.  It comes skidding to a halt in front of you.

"Amanda? Cynthia? Are either of you injured?"

PT

I am so releaved when I see Silver, when he comes over I say to him,
" No not physicaly, Cynthia is having some umm pychological problems she needs some help I believe she is a danger to herself and deffinately others, please see that she gets some help Silver immediately."

"Silver, I your Owner." Cynthia begins.
"Yes, ma'am." Silver replies.
"My guest, Amanda has overstated things. I do not blame her. I am a bit upset, and she comforted me as I cried, but that is understandable in the circumstances, don't you think?" You can tell by her voice that she is straining to keep herself under control.
"We do sympathize for your loss, and understand that mourning takes time. It is individual, and what might seem excessive to one person is perfectly normal for another person." Silver replies.

He turns to you to see what you have to say.

A human might not have bought Cyntia's lies, but it appears robots are more gullible and not as insightful as humans.

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I calm down for a second and then calmy say to Silver," Silver Cynthia threatened my life and told me that she killed Beverly I fear for my safety please protect me."
I roll my chair over to Silver and get behind him with true fear in my eyes.

"That's ludricrous." Cynthia snaps.

"Nevertheless, a charge  has been made. You will not be permitted within twenty feet of Mistress Amanda. When we are able, this matter will be referred to the Stellar Justice Ministry." Silver says gravely.

"Oh, of course. Protocol." Cyntia says. She smiles at you. "I think, Silver, you'll find that Mistress Amanda, will no doubt reconsider her hysteria, in light of certain facts once she fully considers them."

"That may be." Silver says, the threat flying completely over his head.

He escorts you away from Cynthia.

"A robot will be in close proximity to you at all time. You will be safe."

But somehow you know Cynthia has not played her last card. And if she murdered her partner, she will have little hesitation in doing so to a stranger.

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I look at Cynthia and say," Let your greed ruin your life and threaten me all you want but i know I am not the sick one here or the murderer."
I turn from Cynthia and go over to Silver.
Then I say to Silver after Cynthia leaves," I do fear for my life she almost killed me out there, and if she did kill Beverly a close friend she will have no problem in killing me Silver, as they say in my time if there is a will there is a way,  Is there any way off this planet, I saw a ship out there does it work?"

"Yes, the ship works. Are you instructing me to launch without Cynthia based on your fear of her violence?"

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I think for a second, then i say," No I will not leave her here to die, I am not that type of person, she said someone is coming to check her claim can they safely  off this planet, or could we sedate Cynthia  and get all of us off this planet safely."

"I cannot sedate Cynthia except in response to a direct action on her part that would be dangerous to herself or another person." Silver says. It almost seems like he is trying to hint at something he can't say. "I, of course, would have to defend her from your sedating her as well. It is indeed likely that whoever comes to this planet will be prepared to deal with a variety of contingencies as asteroid prospectors are notoriously unstable when reintegrating back into normal society."

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I look at Silver and say," Silver she forced me out of my chair and we where right next to a large hole and she told me she was going to get rid of me because I was going to steal all her money, I was able to talk my way out of it, but I still fear for my life. When are these people coming to inspect Cynthia's claim Silver?"

"She would deny this, I believe. And she is my owner, which gives her a slight edge in the credibility department, to begin with. I may have questions about some of her behavior, but it does not rise to the point where I am allowed to act against her.  However, your mere word is sufficient to invoke Protective Bodyguard Protocol which is what I am observing now. Over the next three days until the Mining Guild ship arrives, you may get quite tired of my company as I will be within arms' reach of you for all that time."

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I look releaved and say," I understand Silver, but thank you I feel safer now and more at ease, also could you help me up it is time for me to walk a little."

You walk up to the domes, and enter.  Silver looks about.

"I would have expected Gold to be fixing dinner. I wonder where he is."

The air feels still as if there is no one else around. You are standing in the entranceway which leads into the kitchen on your left, and into the congested dining area to your right.

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I look around and then say," Hello Cynthia are you here, any Robots here as well?"
I look into both areas of this dome and then say to Silver," Should we check out the others domes if noone is in this one?"

"This is most unusual. I am uncertain what to do as I do not, cannot, expose you to danger. But what is the safest course? I shall follow your advice." The worried tone vanishes as the robot takes refuge in a safety that's been programmed into them--trust the Human.

You and he step into the dining room.

Silver and Bronze are sitting in their chairs. They are not moving.

A quick examination reveals that their positronic brains have been removed.

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I look in horror and then say to Silver," Cynthia has removed their brains, do you believe me now she is a threat to ALL of us, she has to be sedated or something until help arrives, stay on your toes Silver you never know what she is going to do next?"

"In the most important sense, a Human cannot be a threat to a Robot. Such a notion presupposes that a Robot has a right to resist a Human independent of protecting another Human. Granted, we have some degree of self-preservation as embodied in the Second Law, but the Second Law is the Second, and the First the First." Gold says. "However, you do not need to enlist me in your cause. I do admit this action of hers is extremely troubling,a nd in light of other data makes me able to consider her a murderess. Ah, poor Mistress Beverly, you would have liked her. She always had a joke, usually about her self.  We failed her."

You can hear grief and deep scarring pain in his words.

"We failed her." It seems as if this is one of the worst things a robot could do.

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I stand in front of him and say," Silver I am sorry but I need you now, please you must not fail me now, I need you at your best."

"Focus, Gold, focus. The First Law," he speaks to himself, and continues. "The First Law prohibits a robot from harming a Human, or from allowing a Human to be harmed. You, a Human, need my help."

His voice is now calm, if still strained.

"What can I do to assist you, Amanda?"

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I look at the Robot and say," It seems Cynthia has had a mental breakdown of some kind, and she is hostile, we need to either subdue or sedate her, or you need to help me off this planet before she harms you or me in any way, understand?"

"The action most congruent with the First Law would be to flee on the spaceship. This would involve no direct, aggressive action against her person, and in a few days the Mining Guild ship will be here. However..." He pauses. "What if she injures herself, and needs my help?"

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I think for a second, then I say," Well that is true, but by her hand she has disabled the other Robots that could have helped her if you go with me. I know you must protect all human lifebut by her actions as well you have become my protector so I think by the first law you should make sure I am safe and then protect Cynthia, can we call for help to arrive sooner so we don't leave her alone?"

Gold nods, picks you up in his arms, and sets out at a forty mile per hour pace.  You pass Cynthia on the way. She looks like she has an armful of tools.

Gold tells you to put your hands over his ears.

You hear Cynthia yelling to come back.

You arrive at the spaceship, and board.

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I put my hands over Gold's ears as we pass Cynthia, when we get to the ship I say." How do we get in and can you fly the ship, and just so I don't forget thank Gold for saving my life you are a honorable Robot."

He seems relieved by the compliment as if the conflict between his Laws gave him pain.  He closes the ship, and has you strapped in in the copilots seat, and then launches.

The ship roars into the sky, and then within but a minute, you're in space.  The moon you're above is far smaller than the Earth, and so ascent time to space is less as well.

"Hyperdrive."

He makes some quick calculations, but its pretty pro forma.  He throws a lever, hits a button.

And time unwinds.

Just as before when you were near the spaceship, but oh so much more strongly.  You try to say something, but your mind and your body seem to be in different times.

You see the spaceship launch.  And then Cynthia order the bots to sleep, and do surgery on their unresisting selves. You see Cynthia try to murder you.  You see your operation which restored your use of your legs. You see Cynthia standing outside and screaming her rage into the wind at someone coming to spoil her beautiful plan.

You see yourself being carried by Silver.  You see your arrival.

An empty plain one second. POP. You're there in your wheelchair looking dazed and thoroughly out of it for several minutes until you wake.

You see Beverly outside the domes begging to be let in as frostbite touches her nose, and the robots are 'down for maintenance'. You see Beverly die, and Cynthia do a little victory dance.

Time speeds onward.

The pair of miner's arrive. Years earlier, a probe roboship flies through the system.

Centuries turn into millenia.

Suddenly you see a planet smash into another planet, and your moon is born of the rubble.

Another millenia goes by.

You see a streaking form pass by and where there was nothing, in the form's wake,  there are now stars, planets, galaxies.

You hear from a great distance in the future.

"You are a time traveller. Which means you haven't received the Hyperdrive Stabilization Protocol. You're going to die. Its all my fault. I should have thought of this, but everyone gets it at age five." Gold sobs as he tries to revive your body.

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I soak everything in being very amazed from what I am seeing.
As it comes to an end I try to say," It is OK Gold I think I will just move on to another time, thank you for everything."

Your body speaks, but you're not sure its your voice.  And then you've come to the Beginning, and can't go back in time any further.

There is nothing.

Except for a voice which laughs.

"I did want an audience for my show."

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You wake in "Amanda and XXXX"

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