“I’m sorry–am I missing something? What does it DO?”
Uri turned off the disco music and stared blankly at Nikki, profoundly disappointed. He was positive that his creation–a robot designed and built for the sole purpose of doing The Robot–was going to appeal to her sense of humor. But she just scowled as the robot continued to bust moves, unaware that the music had stopped.
Maybe she was tired, or in a bad mood.
Or maybe she’d found his receipts and knew that Meta-Bot had cost about twenty thousand dollars to make.