Sally Jenkins slouched back in her chair. It had been a long day, and it wasn’t close to over. She had taken a lot of cheap shots on her way up the ladder, but you don’t get to be a major in the Space Police Special Corps without having a thick skin. She placed her Laser Blaster Pistol Gun on the desk, and dialed up a hot drink on the drinkenator.
“Major Jenkins, we have the space perp in holding”. The officer in the doorway waited a moment, then went about his space business. Sally got up, holstered her Laser Blaster Pistol Gun, grabbed her Atmo-helmet, and headed down to the holding level deck. As she gravitated down toward the level, she ran a hand through her feathery yellow hair. It hadn’t been washed in days, but still maintained a light, shiny look. As the gravitator came to a halting stop, she stepped off and strode to the questioning interrogation room.
As soon as she saw him, she knew her day was about to get even longer. “Man-ataur 3000. We meet again”. The large Bull-headed, human torso-ed robot looked back at her blankly.
” I have video picture captures of you at the credit bank, pulling off the heist. I have two witnesses who can finger identify you. We have you cold. The only thing you can do is give up your accomplices. Otherwise, you take the full galactic robbery charge yourself, and you go down for the minimum robot sentence, 400-600 years.” She waited.
“You can go and self-stimulate”, the bot replied, in a Greek monotone. Man-ataur 3000 is no lying snitch.”
Sally smiled. “I thought you might say that. Hard way, then.” She jumped across the table, pulling her Laser Blaster Pistol Gun, ramming it in the face of Man-ataur 3000.
“You scared now?” She asked, glaring.
“I am not capable of emotion, so no, I am not”. Man-ataur 3000 replied, almost cool-ly.
“We’ll see about that”, she said, opening a pouch on her pink Space Police Jacket. With a single motion, she pulled out a small electro-magnet, and clamped it to the side of Man-ataur 3000′s head.
“Do not proceed. Magnets have been known to cause interference and cause drive failure in all 3000 class robot people.” Man-ataur 3000′s eye LEDs brightened in intensity.
“Give me the names, or I mess you up permanently” she snarled.
“The driver was Raptor-bot 2145, the gunman was Sir Charles Shoots-a-lot.” Man-ataur 3000 sat motionless.
“Thanks for playing.” Sally turned and walked out of the room, tossing her perfect hair side to side. Maybe today wasn’t going to be so bad after all.