The man's head turned hard and fast at the sound of a new voice aboard ship.
"Which time?"
"Just be honest."
"No such word in our language."
"What is your language?" The robot, unclothed, charged with Lithium, opened it's eyes and asked.
"Haters." A man chained in a progression of stronger and stronger tethers that he kept breaking out of yell-whispered with what was left of his voice.
"Don't anybody talk for a minute. It's confusing the analysis program." He sidestepped the string of spit shot at him. Almost a smile, and said, "But we will find out who he is."
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