. . .
Emily protests: “You’re not throwing plays either!”
Yeah! You're a rock-paper-scissors-playing robot, Navvy Jim! Why aren't you throwing rock, paper, or scissors?
“That is because —”
Navvy Jim hesitates. His expression grows distant. His eyes shift to a warm orange, then yellow, then all the way to green.
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