“I thought we were going to knock it’s head off?” “We’re disassembling it into easily carried pieces”
“I really would advise against that,” said their victim. Currently a head on a shelf. But that was the problem when one was dealing with robots. They didn’t always die all at once.
“Stop talking, you’re supposed to be dead,” said McLargehuge. He was the smaller, smarter, and sneakier of the two thieves.
“I did knock its head clean off,” rumbled the human mountain known as Tiny.
“Good job there, fella. But I wouldn’t touch those power cables. Your cutting tools aren’t—”
BZZZZT
“—insulated.” The robot sighed. The good news, she could call by wifi for help. The bad news, her body was now in some significant disarray and incapable of pulling herself together.
Now. To shut down and save power or keep the line open and hope?
Some days, it seemed reasonable to quit while she was a head.
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