*Disclaimer: I've never seen Lost In Space, but, I like robots.*
The weather was bad. 518Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡjqJG1UOW5Q
On the desert planet Xethom, sandstorms were commonplace, as was the case now. It was silent, save for the sound of R7-C, the sole denizen of Xethom, leaving the cave where he stayed. The only sound was the whirring of his treads as he made his way to a sheltered clearing, where several clay jars sat. Every morning, R7-C took empty clay jars to the clearing, and every night, he brought the same clay jars, full of sand, back to the cave. 518Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAlhMZGU8uT
"Today's sandstorm seems strange..." He thought, noticing that, unlike most days, this sandstorm wasn't as severe as it usually was. It was gentle and remained that way as he grabbed one of the jars.518Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡaQGgAXth5M
As he made his way back to his cave, he contemplated why he stuck to the daily routine of placing and retrieving the jars. 518Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ6SpXGMla5U
"Perhaps it's an order," He thought, sitting the jar onto the cave floor with a dull thud. "Given to me by a long-deceased master..."518Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡokk9JRD4Gf
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