"Explain to me why I am here again, Control." Feond sighed as she walked along the catway to the area of the station where the party was being held. "I already told you, Feond." Came the sweet sexy voice of her Control operator, Colt "Ambassador Reeves Personally requested you be there to film his announcement. He's convinced himself that you are the best news Robot going." "How did he ask for me?" She asked. "Four-eight-one news device or Feond?" "Does it make a difference? We call you Feond because it helps the humans identify with you easier, but Four-eight-one news device is your legal designation. Just as mine is Control operator Level two." "Damnit, Colt, it makes a difference. Just tell me." "Fine he asked for you by your legal designation." She stopped. Something was very wrong. Ambassador Johnathn Reeves had never called her by her numbers. He had only called her by her name. Tonight was not going to be good. She could feel it in her circuts. ----------------------- Playing around with some odds and ends bits and wires