The Wabbit and his Adventure Caffè

The team assembled at their Caffè by the old Gregory Cinema, now a furniture showroom. It retained many original features including the awning. The Wabbit always called it the yawning, but no-one laughed. He smiled because he was known for his bad jokes. Skratch leaned in. "What was that for a very short adventure you just had?" Lapinette didn't care, "A shorty and a goody." Wabsworth was on it. "Could we term the AI bot as a monster? That brings with it a variety of intertextual codes." The Wabbit scoffed. "Not much of a monster!" Lapinette was inclined to differ. "It was made of shiny steel and had surreal touches." Skratch meaowed, "He was of an extra textual reality. He interacted with real world realities, but only to superimpose cyborg ones." Wabsworth was at pains to point out that he was an android. "I am more human and less machine." Lapinette looked askance at him. "You're not going to lead an android uprising!" "How do you know?" replied Wabsworth. He winked at Skratch. "I couldn't be bothered. Too much work." The Wabbit laughed. "Are you buying the drinks then?" There was a soft tittering. "Maybe," said Wabsworth, "How much are they?" "About a fiver each," said Lapinette. "Disgraceful!" shouted Wabsworth. He felt in his fur and pulled out a bank debit card. "I'm keeping a record." Skratch nodded. "I prefer to work in cash. No records." Wabsworth pretended to scowl. "Then you buy the drinks!" 

3, Wabsworth and the Fiery Bot

They grabbed the bot and hauled him to the market. Wabsworth worked on him with a flaming paw. That's when it all went crazy. The bot shouted ads and flames cascaded from his mouth. Wabsworth's wires jumped and sputtered. The Wabbit could not believe his eyes as Lapinette appeared yelling from the market canopies and fired a flaming blade where Wabsworth's cables met the bot. "You'll need this if you want to stop him." She meant every word. "Fry his components like a fish supper!" The Wabbit looked on with interest. He turned to Wabsworth. "Did you get him?" The bot turned in a circle and fired a few vague adverts. "Come for tea in Tuscanee, be free, be free - in B&B!" it warbled. "He's not gone, shouted Wabsworth. "Fire your blades again Lapinette." More blades shot from Lapinette's paws. "Take that you mis-adventuring meaow! Never harass the Wabbit again." The bot's spindly arms flailed. The armchair head lost its stuffing. Legs bounced from walls. Yet the ads continued. "Win, bet, win, a sausage din!" "Deep purge!" shouted Wabsworth. Lapinette fired her last blades then all was quiet. The bot crumbled. Components rolled. Severed connections flashed and died. "Well," said the Wabbit, "You don't see that everyday." "I'm thirsty", gasped Lapinette. Wabsworth looked up his data banks. "I have a cocktail called Terminal Lightning. I'll mix it for you now." "It'll do!" said the Wabbit. "Mix it up, live it up!" Lapinette jumped down from the roof. "Feeling fine, tasting wine!" 

2. The Wabbit and Wabsworth's View

The Wabbit met up with Wabsworth in his favourite shopping centre. Wabsworth liked to haunt around Euronics and change things. Then he would stand aside and watch people's amusement. He was just coming out when the Wabbit arrived. "I wanted your point of view," said the Wabbit. Wabsworth laughed, "You're in luck it's not lost!" The Wabbit grinned because he always appreciated Wabsworth's sense of humour. He touched Wabsworth on his arm. "Humour me," he said. "I've got bot trouble." Wabsworth and the Wabbit were great pals, so he paid attention. "What kind of bot?" "An advertising bot, "sulked the Wabbit. "The worst kind," smirked Wabsworth. They hopped for a bit. "Does it look anything like that fellow there?" Wabsworth looked back over his shoulder. The Wabbit looked too. "That's him, he's following me with annoying adverts." Wabsworth sighed. "I saw him earlier, he looked sad. I tuned him up to be happier." The Wabbit waited. "Now he's got an annoying giggle," smiled Wabsworth. "Oh no, like everyone else," groaned the Wabbit, "Look out here he comes!" They snuck around a corner, "He seems attached to you!" commented Wabsworth. The Wabbit knew all about attachment since he'd studied a module on Bowlby at night school. "I'd like to lose him." Wabsworth thought about it and eventually said, "We'll need to electronically purge him, but that's easier said than done." The Wabbit smiled a smile that went on ever. "What's the middle of one location?" Wabsworth didn't hesitate, "That same location." "Thank goodness," replied the Wabbit, "I thought I'd have to leave the house."