Gary Smith:
INCOMING CALL FROM….
The robot paused, as if it were considering the multitudes who might be dialing in to incarnate it. Lyndon, it finally declared.
A small camera flipped up at the robot's crown. White headlights flashed at its base, then blue and orange lights blinked on around its monitor. The robot disengaged from its charging station and began rolling toward a doorway.
A bell rang. The bot gathered speed lest it be late for its ninth-grade science class.
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