Exilium Rex, Book 2: Loyalty of Numbers
Mr. Moreno gladly butted in.
“Oh, the motorcycle foot pedestal! Still had some of my shoe tracks covering the
housing of its navigation camera.”
Mike glowered at the columnist’s good-natured gibe.
“No s**t, Jim! That’s why I almost completely forgot my pet LAVA over here.
One of the security personnel watching the exhibit last night said he saw some young
college field-trippers stick their bubble gums on its actuators. It took me more than two
hours to get this dangles working again. And, FYI, Mr. Moreno, compared to your Nike
rubber shoes, this robot here is worth thousands of times more! Maybe millions more!
Ha!”
The cool computer nerd gently placed LAVA on the hardwood floor and searched
for its special satellite-based transponder in o
