Hong Kong Young Writers Anthologies Fiction Group 3 | Page 319

Zheng He (Me): Oh.
This is going to be a long day…
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Zheng He
LOG
Finally! I got through all of these guys. There was this one who couldn’t stop swearing, calling himself F**
Another one kept this military talk and called himself Hao Ai, the mythical Chinese warrior...
The last one somehow developed a female consciousness.
She named herself Chang E… Who was Hao Ai’s wife in the old myths.
I guess she did that on purpose.
Well, at least they’re at work...
… Charles is on a trip to the third planet to investigate
… Hao Ai and Chang E are monitoring the manufacturing site
… And F*** and I are making sensor sweeps.
Wait…
Where did F*** go?
Zheng He(Me): F**** Are you there?
Nothing
Detecting...
Debri?
Incoming projectiles!
Uh Oh…
MILITARY GRADE MISSILES!
Firing engines!
Poor F***. He must be dead already.
That missile just launched something at me!
IMPACT ON HULL
Hull cameras are seeing…
Little spider-like robots crawling on my hull… and… They're using laser cutters to cut inside!
There’s this kind of robot in the cargo hold which is ten inches tall and stands on two legs, with to arms,
hosting a laser cutter with a camera as a head.
I’m sending thirty of these out to fend those spider things.
There they go...
Ouch.
Wow.
My bots won… By a bit.
Phoning Hao Ai...