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Tue Apr 21, 2009 4:51pm (XFF:

Gesualdo hoisted the last pallet of rock into it new home. Wiping his brow, he turned and signaled a goodbye to Auger. The mute and the tank rarely saw each other, but Gesualdo enjoyed his company. The cumbersome machines had several things in common.

Heading to the infirmary, he wondered if Hilton was going to wake up. Being thrown through an upper story window had been better than the fatal surge he could have received, but it still had left him in a coma for the last several days.

The gardening reploid looked over his father's body and hoped that he was okay. As the Iron Hand tournament announcement came over the speaker, Hilton's eyes pooped open.

"I'll win the tournament!"

Gesualdo and Skalpal looked at each other in disbelief. Popping his head through the door, Morphyne coldly commented that the old man clearly needed to be put back under.

Agreeing, Skalpal suggested that maybe he was delusional from the concussion and resultant coma. Gesualdo shrugged.

While the reploids discussed his mania, the old man darted for the door with a pen in hand. "I'll win the tournament!"

Gesualdo releuctantly followed. Someone had to.

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