"TA-DA-DAM!" The sound indicating the end of the charge cycle rang out, and the destroid woke up. He stretched and immediately clutched his stomach.
"Phew, I think all those robotlets spoiled my stomach. I don't feel so good," he said and stumbled out of the tool shed into the garden.
"I will get better soon when my stomach breaks down the robotlets," he groaned, grinning and imagining how much he would make selling the excellent components on the Internet. Inside his belly, the dismantling arms came to life, the sharp screwdrivers and knives whirring.
Suddenly, the destroid felt a strong jolt in his stomach. One of the larger stones was stuck, unable to move neither forward nor backward!
The screaming dismantling arms, the clattering screwdrivers, and the sharp knives couldn't do anything about the big stone. They weren't designed for this. The destroid grew angrier and angrier, trying harder and harder, until suddenly the whole monster exploded!
Source: Tamás MayerThe robotlets heard this and ran out of the house cheering.
"You won't be chasing robotlets anymore!" Robotmom sighed, sadly looking at the debris scattered around the garden from the exploded monster. "Though I had hoped you would end up further from here."

THE END

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This story was published in the book The Seven Robotlets and the Destroid by the Pagony Publishing House in 2022.

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