THE TROUBLE WITH DOROBS

In a dreamy state, two star clusters race toward each other on a collision course and collide they will if nothing interferes. Some ones got to do something! ..... But what? Can I do something? Maje’s mind races as he franticly searches the recesses of his mind. He knows that somewhere in the vast intellect of his mind that there’s a solution. Every problem can be solved if approached in the right way. Visions appear and then disappear one solution then another come and goes,......yes, this will work...no,no, no it won’t.Maybe if I....no thats no good either. There’s got to be an answer. There is allways an answer. I didn’t get to be the lead scientist of electromagnetic forces and gravity by not being able to provide an answer. Majes mind shifts gears and now is on an ego trip. “Wasn’t it I who devised the technique to create a semi life form that would and does mimic the action of its recipient? Did it not prove to be the greatest an smartest helper we’ve ever had?” Maje pauses and reflects on the excitement of that one break thru. He feels adaendrilien rush all over again and he likes the feeling. No, he loves the feeling. “ No one knew what to call it.so I named it. I named it Dorob. Meaning ;a robot that does things to assist. Instead of r.o.b.o.t. I took the same letters and rearranged them to spell d.o.r.o.b. Dorob. .... I still think it’s appropriate.” Maje starts to toss and turn and soon he’s awake. He lies there for a few minutes and stare at nothing while the vision of the star clusters slowly ebb away till there is a loss of the subconscious mind and now he’s wide awake.

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