“Is that a ‘car’?”
“Yes, Girlie, it is a car!”
“I didn’t know there were any left.”
“This one’s been trapped under that tree. It’s a Japanese model. If there’s fuel in the tank, we can drive back to civilization.”
“Japanese! Are you sure this isn’t a Fujiwara trap?”
George ran a scan.
“There’s fuel in the tank. It’s our only option, since your Space Folding System crashed."
I zapped the branches delicately off the car with my spitfires. I had no idea how to drive the thing, but George is an R7 Series Robot. He can literally do anything!
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