Chapter Twelve – The Writing’s on the Wall
CARRIE GULPED. TRUST Dave to think of the worst case scenario.
Pincers descended from the belly of each machine and plucked at their Liasion Officer jumpsuits, lifting a leg or an arm a few centimetres, but of course their restraints held them down. More robots entered the chamber. Did they have some kind of electronic communication system like the placktoids? The newcomers also attempted to lift the humans from the floor, without effect.
“Ow,” said Carrie as the robots’ pincers lost their grip and she was dropped for the fourth or fifth time. “They’ve identified us as foreign bodies like the placktoids, but they can’t remove us. I wonder what they’re going to do?” She peered into the underbelly of a robot above her, hoping she wouldn’t see any
