#ten chapters

ED-E hummed up when they were a mile away, beeping and spinning.

“Buddy, you look so fancy! Hey, where’s your license plate? And your stickers?”

The robot made the saddest noise Angel had ever heard.

Six pulled everyone into an alley, furious.

“Record a message for Elder McNamara. Okay, on three- one, two, three. McNamara, I am a hair’s breadth away at all times from burying your valley, and the only reason I haven’t done it yet is out of a favor to my beloved wives, you know, the women you threw away? Put the fun things back on my robot NOW. End message. Okay, go back- no, wait!”

She pulled open a panel and groaned.

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Stan had always hoped he could take solace in his conventionality. He wasn’t particularly tall or short, heavy or thin, brilliant or idiotic. Stanley Uris toed the line of average like an acrobat. In fact, the only remarkable thing about him was just how unremarkable he was.

Richie had always been a little too sharp, a little too bright. He had an energy he never quite learned to contain and sensitivity he couldn’t begin to control. He was cornered into a spotlight of scrutiny. With each step into greater success he stumbled further into his own demise.