Descending Road - DROID MAN by Dana W. Paxson

DROID MAN

1561 4D

"…and it was like nothing ever happened to her.” Tiurin downed the last of his brewtank as Garth and Neerin stood up. He couldn’t make them believe him.

Garth laughed, wiping foam from his face. He straightened his new ArCorp uniform. “You sound like my grandmother, Tiurin. Doesn’t he, Neerin? It’s like the one she made up about my broken leg.”

Tiurin stood. “No, I can show you her coveralls, with the blade holes ripped all through them, and the blood.”

“Look, it’s a great story. We’ve got to go. Thanks for the tanks, Droid Man.” The two ArCorp trainees chuckled at him and turned to go.

As they walked away, Tiurin heard Neerin say, “That’s another tale about those two women. Think we ought to—?”

“Nah. That’s why ArCorp hired us and not him. We don’t eat fried tales for dinner.” They laughed, and departed.

Tiurin sat back down, raised a finger and crooked it at the server. Time for some of the Chain Link’s bread and poly. Too bad he couldn’t get home tonight. He shook his head.

What a shame it was. Droid Man: a casual insult. Before the corps had moved in up here, Garth had been his friend.

Story List	SURPRISE ME	Author Page
USER SURVEY	PUZZLE ME	MAKE ELM MARK

HOVER Lucida Bright BARE	HOVER Lucida Bright FULL	HOVER Palatino Linotype BARE
HOVER Palatino Linotype FULL	HOVER Times New Roman BARE	HOVER Times New Roman FULL
PAD Arial BARE	PAD Arial FULL	PAD Lucida Bright BARE
PAD Lucida Bright FULL	PAD Times New Roman BARE	PAD Times New Roman FULL


	DROID MAN 1561 4D "…and it was like nothing ever happened to her.” Tiurin downed the last of his brewtank as Garth and Neerin stood up. He couldn’t make them believe him. Garth laughed, wiping foam from his face. He straightened his new ArCorp uniform. “You sound like my grandmother, Tiurin. Doesn’t he, Neerin? It’s like the one she made up about my broken leg.” Tiurin stood. “No, I can show you her coveralls, with the blade holes ripped all through them, and the blood.” “Look, it’s a great story. We’ve got to go. Thanks for the tanks, Droid Man.” The two ArCorp trainees chuckled at him and turned to go. As they walked away, Tiurin heard Neerin say, “That’s another tale about those two women. Think we ought to—?” “Nah. That’s why ArCorp hired us and not him. We don’t eat fried tales for dinner.” They laughed, and departed. Tiurin sat back down, raised a finger and crooked it at the server. Time for some of the Chain Link’s bread and poly. Too bad he couldn’t get home tonight. He shook his head. What a shame it was. Droid Man: a casual insult. Before the corps had moved in up here, Garth had been his friend.