Another scrap pinion bounced on top of the others in the container that looked like a huge plastic laundry hamper. On good days the metal clinking and the scraping had a strangely musical rhythm, like robots learning a Rolling Stones riff for the first time.
“Lanner,” Ricardo said “What do you think is the worst way to die? Hungry, thirsty, or horny?”
“Pr…
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