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Eight have entered the waters…

The great white blinked. How could he have so easily overlooked the object? The screen? It
was as if it hadn’t existed until the stranger pointed it out, as if it
had merely been a figment in the shark’s peripheral vision.

“That… ain’t possible,” Bruce frowned, brows knit.

The Repairman looked up, out of his hands, at Bruce, then back to the Wall, which was cracking rather quickly. His siren light started to poke out of his head, and threatened to tear his suit. He had to act fast; mixing with other liquids was not fun.

He frantically swam towards the shark, trying to get his attention. At the same time, he was trying to pull his toolbox out of his hammerspace.

“Hey, no, it’s not, so maybe if we leave it alone it will go away pleasestoplookingIneedtofixitrightawaycomeon…”

“Here? Here’s Sellbot HQ. We’re one of four types of cogs, and we’re business bots.”

He
took out a piece of paper and scribbled down some symbols. A circle
with three bars in it. A circle with a dollar sign. A circle with a
gavel. And a circle with a tie.

“See, us Sellbots are the ones
who go out and do the advertising. Cashbots are the ones who handle
money, Lawbots are the ones who fuss over the legalities, and Bossbots
are. Well. Our bosses.”

The VP seemed to roll his optics at the last ones. He had contempt for them.

“I’m,
however, a special type of Sellbot in that there’s only one of me, and
I’m the Senior Vice President of Sales. You may call me the VP though.”

The Repairman pulled out a clipboard and began writing this down, with a few very rough drawings of the symbols and the VP.

Well, now he had a vague idea of where he was. A land ruled by corporate robots, by the looks of things. An odd place for fourth wall breaks, though…

“Um,” he began, trying to choose his words carefully, “so what do cogs do for business?”