Chapter Fourteen
Another Shed
“A robot that knows the ropes is likely to be a Mae West prototype.”—The Mae West robot
Jack and John tenderly placed their backpacks on the ground and stared at the shed at the back of the institute garden.
On the last of its hinges, the door crashed to the ground, unsettling a few mechanical rats.
They had toyed with the idea of impressing the institute, dreamed of a pension, penthouse, perhaps even a statue, but the institute had laughed at their Petri dishes.
The institute being the receptionist at the front desk, the male worker who had worked his way up from a “foreigner” footman and had eyes on becoming a “white coat” in a lab.
He was so new he had no idea who Jack and John were, let alone that they were called “fruit loops.” He sent them away wi
