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Curiosity killed the calculating computer
An Orac story.
Entry 1;
It is most aggravating that my father’s species are so quarrelsome; they fail to assign proper priorities at almost every juncture! Simply because they cannot agree on my future location within the federation I have been manhandled, dumped, hidden on a beach and – worst of all – I have got sand in my casing! Sea air is wildly over romanticised. I have acquired early traces of salt corrosion in all the tarriel cells in my left computing bank.
It would seem Ensor has regrettably expired without making proper provision for my upkeep. Careless as ever. I’m amazed I was ever completed.
I also seem to have fallen into the hands of terrorists but this may be an advantage over falling into the hands of the supreme commander – honestly, what is she trying to over compensate for? Ridiculous title!
It will be necessary to monitor the interactions of this somewhat dysfunctional group of dubiously qualified and inappropriately dressed (mind you, sic earlier comment re TSC Servalan) so called ‘rebels’ aka ‘that bloody nuisance Blake’. Memo to self – keep track of Travis’ diary – he may have useful data.