Space Janitor 067

“Are you sure it was me?” Space Janitor (067) asked.

“It’s just you and me in here,” said Shep.

“I’m here too,” Spenglactic said.

“Alright, then who did it?” Shep barked.

“I don’t have visual sensors.” Spenglactic chirped back.

“You’re useless then in that case. Stay out of this, alright? No more from you.” Shep said. “Do you have any idea how much this is going to hurt whenever feeling returns. When I thaw out, I’m going to bleed and feel. I’m going to make sure you’re with me every step of the way. I should have known better than to trust a new mutt.”

“Hold on,” said Spenglactic.

“What did I tell you about staying out of it?” Shep said to Spenglactic. Shep kept his eyes fixed on the empty space where a right foot used to stay.

“You told me to stay out of it. I’ve been working with this mutt for a while now. I can tell you, would not do something as careless as melt a foot. Maybe a wrist or two but not a foot. Now from what I understand, bio-organisms such as yourself depend heavily on feet. I know this, this guy knows this. He was trying to help you. It probably snapped off in the cold. You dumb mutt.”

“Don’t call me mutt,” said Shep.

“Don’t call him mutt then in that case. He has a name too, you know,” said Spenglactic.

“What is it then?” said Shep.

“Look, my primary function is not to debate details. I wasn’t created to debate.” Said Spenglactic. “I’m here to clean, so are you, so is” there was a silence, “Rex?”

“That’s not it either,” said Space Janitor. To be honest, I’m getting curious about his name too.

“Then what do we do?” Shep asked.

Would you mind reading from the beginning because it’s a fantastic place to start. You can find the first instalment of Space Janitor by clicking here.

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