“How are you doing, Damon?”
It was GA-Alpha and his “son” GA-Omicron standing in front of Regis and I.
“What do you two want and how did you get Omicron out of jail?” I asked the adult robot.
“I don’t want to get into the nitty gritty, but I had to fight a lot of blue bloods to get my son.” GA-Alpha explained in such vague, yet grisly details. “Maybe the media can blame people who don’t have the complexion for the protection.”
Even though I was a minority myself (albeit different from GA-Alpha’s remark since I’m Korean-American), I didn’t want them to give the public a false narrative.
“You see, I’m not going to let Hollandus Landing ruin my plans.” He continued.
“YOUR plans? What about the ones we set in motion?” Regis jumped in. “We weren’t supposed to kill anyone and we needed some impetus for Exomoon to be used as an alternative fuel. Not bombing people!”
“Well, you know what they say about the best laid plans…” GA-Alpha casually talked.
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