“Im… not sure you understood me correctly. But seriously, unless you want to die a very very painful death, I suggest you stay away.” Flug sighed and turned to walk away. “There are others like him less dangerous.”
Carlos frowned. “I’ve faced death before. It’s all part of science and the pursuit of knowledge. I thought you might understand that too.” He watched Flug as he started off toward the mansion. “For what it’s worth, I’m sorry about what happened to your robot. I’m glad it wasn’t worse.”
“I can’t die. So I wouldn’t know. Besides,” Flug stopped and glanced back at Carlos, his goggles seeming to glow. “Only the best villains get the honor of working with him.” Then he left without another word.
Yeesh… like doctor like boss, it seemed. Maybe he thought Carlos was after his job? That would make sense… but of course Carlos wasn’t after it at all. He just had questions that he wanted answered.
He sighed and turned to head back to his car. Back to work, he supposed. He should probably rig up an EMP device as a precaution. Nothing damaging, just enough to shut down any robots that came after him again.
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