You dramatically swivel your chair to the left, where HP-8720 is stationed. The clunky, boxy robot is bleeping and bouncing around like an idiot.
“Pull yourself together, HP-8720,” you command. The robot goes still in response. “I need a translation on that slime. Is President Lightly trying to say something to us by drooling in such a manner?”
“AARGEL LANGUAGES ARE COMPLEX AND FULL OF PHYSICAL GESTURES WITH SIGNIFICANT MEANINGS THAT I DO NOT HAVE STORED IN MY MEMORY BANKS,” HP-8720 screams in monotone.
“So you have nothing useful for me? Should I call the space recycling plant and have you turned into a food processing unit?”
“ARE YOU THREATENING MY LIFE IN VIOLATION OF NAP CODE OF CONDUCT 569-11B?” the robot screams again, going back to its bleeping and bouncing, with a bit of anxious spinning thrown in.
That’s when you have a realization. Maybe the slime isn’t a form of communication, but an involuntary reaction of some sort. Similar to how your robot can’t help but loudly vibrate and wow, did HP-8720 really quote the NAP Code of Conduct at you?
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