Audiobook - Sci-Fi
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EnglishVoice Age
Middle Aged (35-54)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM) North American (US Mid-Atlantic)Transcript
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when the office door opened. Suddenly I knew the game was up. It had been a money maker, but it was all over. As the cop walked in, I sat back in the chair and put on a happy grin. He had the same somber expression and heavy foot that they all have and the same lack of humor. I almost new to the word what he was going to say before he uttered a syllable. James Boulevard degrees, I arrest you on the charge. I was waiting for the word charge. I thought it made a nice touch that way. As he said it, I pressed the button that set off the charge of black powder in the ceiling. The cross beam buckled in the three tons safe drop through right on top of the cops head. He squashed very nicely, thank you. The cloud of plaster dust settled and all I could see if him was one hand slightly crumpled. It twitched a bit, and the index finger pointed at me accusingly. His voice was a little muffled by the safe and sounded a bit annoyed. In fact, he repeated himself a bit on the charge of illegal entry, theft, forgery. He ran on like that for quite a while. It was an impressive list, but I had heard it all before. I didn't let it interfere with my stuffing, all the money from the desk drawers into my suitcase. The list ended with a new charge, and I would swear on a stack of 1000 credit notes that high that there was a hurt tone in his voice. In addition, the charge of assaulting a police robot will be added to your record. This was foolish, since my brain and lair inks are armored and in my midsection that I know well, George, but your little two way radios in the top of your pointed head, and I don't want you purporting to your friends just yet. One good kick knocked the escape panel out of the wall and gave access to the steps to the basement. As I skirted the rebel on the floor, the robots fingers snapped out of my leg, but I have been waiting for that. Then they closed about two inches short. I've been followed by enough police robots to know by now how indestructible they are. You can blow them up or knock them down. And they keep coming after you, dragging themselves by one good finger and spouting saccharine morality all the while. That's what this one was doing. Give up my life of crime and pay my debt to society and such. I could still hear his voice echoing down the stairwell as I reached the basement. Every second was times now I had about three minutes before they would be on my tail, and it would take me exactly one minute and eight seconds to get clear of the building. That wasn't much of a lead, and I would need all of it. Another kick panel opened out into the label removing room. None of the robots looked up as I moved down the aisle. I would have been surprised if they had. They were all low grade M types, short on brains and good only for simple, repetitive work. That was why I hired them