GruntsAfter gorging myself on moon fruit and cave nuts, I hopped on the bed and stretched out. The bed was comfortable but my right wrist throbbed with pain, as if crying out for its missing appendage. Despite being completely exhausted, sleep eluded me. My mind raced after my odd exchange with Thirty-Five. Could robots be bi-polar? Although he blamed it on a malfunction I thought there was a more sinister reason behind his outbursts. To whom was he referring when he said “we will come”? Whoever it was I hoped wasn't an enemy. Lately, I had enough enemies to fill a stadium. My thoughts drifted to my mysterious host, Janero. On the outside he seemed friendly but so did Corvus and Calypso. He was their ally and I didn't trust him more than I could throw him. Eventually all my worries subside
