The servo attached it carefully to the neck, made a few quick connections and then said a few words in his flat vibrahum voice: It won't take much longer, darling.
"The Love of Frank Nineteen"
David Carpenter Knight
"They're very rare," said the servo-pilot.
"The Love of Frank Nineteen"
David Carpenter Knight
Even then she didn't say a word against the big servo; she just never watched the set again after that.
"The Love of Frank Nineteen"
David Carpenter Knight