Sidekick

  “Sorry I’m late,” said a little robot, the voice male but much less manly than Outlaw’s. “I was making sure the last of the bots got away.” Barely taller than Cole’s waist, it had a body the shape of a gumdrop, green with white highlights, though it looked a bit banged up and scratched. The robot scuttled on six insectile legs, each with a rubbery hoof at the end. Several small sensors poked out of the top, above three glassy eyes. It pulled a cart.

  “This is Sidekick,” Outlaw said. “He’s, well, my sidekick.”

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