The short, bobble-headed robot wobbled his way into the Medical Room. Edison sat on an examination table with an angry expression on his face. A medical bot tended to his wounds from his brief encounter with Tesla.

“How are you feeling, sir?” the android chimed.

“I think he damaged a servo in my eye. I hope there was no damage to my brain. It is the only real part of my body that is left. Why in the hell couldn’t we have made at least one security android among the hundreds of androids roaming around here?”

“I have news that will make you feel much better, sir!” the android responded, then paused for dramatic effect.

“Just tell me,” Edison groaned.

“We have sucessfully copied the Space-Time machine. There is an exact replica awaiting your approval.”

“Really? Did the security cameras capture an image of the laser gun?” Edison asked.

The android nodded. “We’re in the process of cloning that technology as we speak.”

“How soon can you have me an army of androids armed with lasers?” Edison asked.