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The rock-paper-scissors-playing robot picks Emily up. He carries her around. And while she is “flying” through the air, and both his hands are under her armpits so he cannot possibly throw anything but paper or the illegitimate tiger’s claw, she trickily counts “One-two-three” and she throws her fist, and it is a very long moment before she realizes that she has gone and outclevered herself.

“Paper wraps rock,” smiles the robot, Navvy Jim.

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