“That’s right. I’m lad they told you about me.” I told the robot who looked like a younger me. “Let’s go. I’ll show you where I work.”
GA-Omicron and I escaped Geneva Labs while people were still figuring out what was going on. Maybe they still haven’t found the body.
Oh, wait. There wasn’t one to leave behind after he tasted by Exomoon-fueled ammunition.
We went back to RWO where I introduced him to the rest of my staff.
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