Hard Luck Hank: Delovoa & Early Years by Steven Campbell

for it, but most of it was missing. However, Delovoa did make out “self-sacrifice.” That could be nearly anything of course. It could mean volunteer work. It could mean kill the person who speaks it. It could mean suicide. It could mean absolutely nothing to a robot. But at this point, Delovoa was ready to try. He stood right in front of ZR3 because if it was going to kill him he didn’t want to see it run at him, he just wanted to die right away. That way he wouldn’t have a chance to cower in fear. “Yno’chox-del-fyor!” Delovoa shouted. But nothing happened. Maybe ZR3 was looking for some disadvantaged youths to help but none were around. Delovoa inched over to one of the larger areas of debris and kicked through it, jumping back hastily. ZR3 didn’t move. Delovoa took some more stabs and actually lifted some scraps with his hands, clearly showing off the non-destroyed garbage to the robot. ZR3 remained motionless. Delovoa had done it! He constructed himself a quick shelter to finally get out of the elements. He also built some traps for animals and better water supplies. He then began the long scavenge for parts. A many-ton robot stepping over every square inch of a space ship doesn’t leave a lot. Even if there were some advanced modules that survived, they were often pressed between sheets of folded steel that Delovoa couldn’t dream of separating. Living off lizards, spider, birds, and insects, Delovoa finally constructed a thirty-foot tower capable of transmitting radio sign