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Gloria
's
threatened
tears
vanished
immediately
and
she
crowed
with
delight
.
Robbie
's
metal
skin
,
kept
at
a
constant
temperature
of
seventy
by
the
high
resistance
coils
within
,
felt
nice
and
comfortable
,
while
the
beautifully
loud
sound
her
heels
made
as
they
bumped
rhythmically
against
his
chest
was
enchanting
.
"
You
're
an
air-coaster
,
Robbie
,
you
're
a
big
,
silver
aircoaster
.
Hold
out
your
arms
straight
.
--
You
got
to
,
Robbie
,
if
you
're
going
to
be
an
aircoaster
.
"
The
logic
was
irrefutable
.
Robbie
's
arms
were
wings
catching
the
air
currents
and
he
was
a
silver
'
coaster
.
Gloria
twisted
the
robot
's
head
and
leaned
to
the
right
.
He
banked
sharply
.
Gloria
equipped
the
'
coaster
with
a
motor
that
went
"
Br-r-r
"
and
then
with
weapons
that
went
"
Powie
"
and
"
Sh-sh-shshsh
.
"
Pirates
were
giving
chase
and
the
ship
's
blasters
were
coming
into
play
.
The
pirates
dropped
in
a
steady
rain
.
"
Got
another
one
.
Two
more
,
"
she
cried
.
Then
"
Faster
,
men
,
"
Gloria
said
pompously
,
"
we
're
running
out
of
ammunition
.
"
She
aimed
over
her
shoulder
with
undaunted
courage
and
Robbie
was
a
blunt-nosed
spaceship
zooming
through
the
void
at
maximum
acceleration
.
Clear
across
the
field
he
sped
,
to
the
patch
of
tall
grass
on
the
other
side
,
where
he
stopped
with
a
suddenness
that
evoked
a
shriek
from
his
flushed
rider
,
and
then
tumbled
her
onto
the
soft
,
green
carpet
.
Gloria
gasped
and
panted
,
and
gave
voice
to
intermittent
whispered
exclamations
of
"
That
was
nice
!
"
Robbie
waited
until
she
had
caught
her
breath
and
then
pulled
gently
at
a
lock
of
hair
.
