Indeed, there was a look of disdain in the robot's faint blue eyes.
Mu Fan had actually been disdained by a robot?
He stared at the hunk of metal in front of him, incredulously. Bench wanted to slap it, but he figured the pain would probably be his own hand's.
So he shook his head, slapped himself, and tried to clear his mind.
Had he been on the frontier for too long? Were the robots really that badass now?
He heard a crisp slap next to his ear, and then saw the dumbfounded soldier covering his face. Black couldn't help but think two words silently—
Idiot.
The rumble of the engines started up, as four Mine Laying Vehicles and two Jet Motorcycles released their powerful thrust.
"Hey, I'm Junior Sergeant Bob from the 27th Infantry Battalion. That was awesome just now! Hold tight; I'll show you the lay of the land as we go," said the soldier in charge of driving the Jet Motorcycle, turning his head and silently giving Mu Fan a thumbs up.
