The automatons were holding her down and
giving her all sorts of beauty regiments, massages,
beverages, they were even dying her grey hairs red,
the poor woman!
The lifeless glowing eyes of these mechanical
people turned on us.
“You must relax,” they called in their lifeless
voices. “You look very agitated.”
Oh, they tried to give me tonic water, and
remove Mr. V's coat and prop his feet up on a
cushion. It was horrible!
The automaton spun open its human interface
to show a smiling visage. "For your immediate
comfort," the attendant said, noticing our excited
state,"I must immerse you in a hot sauna."
We could not even make a move to inform Sir
Hammerhorn, for the robots locked us in one of
the spa cabins! There we sat for some time, and
the spa cabins down the hall began to fill, one by
one, with more prisoners of these caring monsters!
I looked through the tiny window and saw the
Mayor violently resisting a nice hot bath in the room
across the way. He was being forcibly disrobed, and
I turned away at once before seeing any part of his
muscular frame that I might regret seeing.
Mr. Vandenklamp was thumbing through
the programming book, and said, "If someone
were able to turn the hospitality dial down, we
would be able to wrest back control of the ship
from the automatons!"
The room was filling with an unspeakable
amount of steam. It may have gotten the wrinkles
out of my dress, but had I stayed longer, I don't
think I could have survived without removing