![]() ![]() Smoke spurted from all its joints and it hit the floor with a very satisfactory crash.īehind me. Enough to draw the attention of a one ton porcuswine. ![]() The two metal points produced 300 volts and plenty of amps. "Not this time, you jangling junkpile," I snarled, and pushed it in the chest with the porcuswme prod. ![]() You are under arrest."Īs it was speaking, the robot bank guard reached out its large padded hands to seize and hold me until the police arrived. "Destruction of bank property is a crime. After this all the door could do was buzz helplessly, immobile, until something in the mechanism shorted out and it produced some crackling sparks, then died. The arc buzzed and flared and welded the door securely to its frame. I had stop-watched its mechanical reflex time on other trips to the bank, so I knew that I had just 1.67 seconds to do the necessary. While it was sliding shut I took the arc pen from my bag-then spun about just as it had closed completely. But I was just far enough inside so that the door was unable to close behind me. As I approached the front door of The First Bank of Bit 0' Heaven, it sensed my presence and swung open with an automatic welcome. ![]()
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