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| Forgotten City |
“Hey,
feather brain, wake up!”
Peter
straightened up and tilted his head to one side, then to the other.
“I’m awake.”
“What’s
your task for today?”
“I don’t
know.”
“Go to
the Task Dispenser and press a number.”
“I did.”
“And?”
“I accomplished
it.”
“You
were sleeping. How could you have accomplished anything?”
Peter searched
his pocket and produced a crumpled slip of paper he handed to the robot. It
stated “Take the day off”.
The
robot stormed away in a fit of rage, screaming.
“Who
hacked the Task Dispenser again? If I catch you, you’ll be sorry. I swear.”
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