If there's one thing that really gets on Dolly's nerves, it's when some evil genius, with a thoroughly mean-spirited turn of mind, creates a vast army of implacably homicidal robots and sends them out across the galaxy to wipe out life (as Dolly knows it). And then Dolly has to put on her war-paint, well, lipstick, anyway, pick up her pulse-rifle and go and zap the quarks out of the little beggars, before they can crackle, "Exterminate!". She wouldn't mind, but this is the third time this week. And another thing: why can't these evil geniuses ever manage a decent voice-synthesizer, with a vocabulary of more than three words?