I watched as Rhino angrily stomped out of the room. Every impact of his metallic legs sent light tremors of the metallic floor.
“Don’t mind him, he has a serious love/hate relationship with old technology.” I heard Dove’s voice speak from within the caffeteria. Stepping inside, I walked over to the replicator which was just past the sparking and smoldering ruin of the microwave.
I spoke to the replicator’s computer, “Bacon and eggs plus a cup of coffee, please.” A beep of acknowledgement came from the computer. Meanwhile I could hear Samantha grumble about clogged arteries as I turned to reply to Dove.
“Ok, I’ll bite. Why does the metallic man insist on using an antique while he has a perfectly good replicator here?”
I grabbed the produced plate of food as well as a coffee mug as I went to sit by Dove. She brushed back a lock of black hair behind her ear and smiled, “Because he doesn’t trust a ‘damn computer to cook and heat his food.’” She noted this with a hint of irony.
Dove continued, “The problem is, these microwaves are old and prone to breaking down. This microwave is the 10th on our casualty list.”
(A continuation of that scene, for fun.)