"Sir." SiC was following along behind me, we had left the planet behind, I wanted to fire a parting shot just to be sure everything was dead, but SiC convinced me it was a waste of resources. Damnable robots not understanding sometimes a waste of resources is a gift of anger. Still I was feeling pretty good, got my sword back, killed the death god gun again (stupid thing stop trying to kill me). It was somewhat successful of a mission.
"Yes?"
"You should really be checked out, you had exposure to things down there, both magical and physical." I waived him off.
"I'm fine, you guys worry too much, there are several things that can kill me, but nothing down there came all that close. Aside from boredom, the hand doesn't know how to argue at all." SiC stopped me, I was annoyed at its insistence even it was heartwarming the machine cared.
"Sir your calllous disregard for your personal safety is noble at times, but you really need to be more careful."
"I'll be careful when I'm dead SiC."
"That will be more likely to happen with your current attitude!" I walked off waving my hands. I swear to the gods I invented my own mother that I never had. Ok not so much invented as programmed and stole, but still the point remains! Damnable robots! Stop caring so much!
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