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Krrr and miss has temporarily separated and they sit on the eggs every second week, this week Miss Gray is sitting on t heir eggs, so Krrr has a big art exhibition at a high-society uptown gallery on the higher levels everyone is praising his art, well except for one strange robot attending the art gallery´s grand opening!

- are you Krrr the artist?

- Yes I am, who are you?

- Call me Bot-art for now, but are you certain that you are Krrr?
in my memory files you where suppose to be a grey-headed Tri-Phone?

- Well I have bleached my head, I find my natural grey color so dull, I have done it before, but what do you think of the idea of dying my head purple? But hey, have we met before? or?

- Yes Kind of, well according to my memory-circuits, still the memories have traveled across space and time. but I am afraid that the might have been corrupted since I was suppose to meet a Tri-phone artist with a grey-head who made great art, I mean this art you have hanging here in this gallery is utter crap, My friend you are loosing the touch...

- Ok, everyone is allowed an opinion, but today I have been praised by the press, the art-collector, and the rich-guild! actually every artwork has sold out already! but hey who are you strange droid?

- Well, let´s say like this, I am a sleeper-drone bot, I was activated when my owner died through the illegal warp-net some of us droids use, the a low-information stream activated me and fed my blank mind with some memories and persona from my late owner, still the number of cue-bits that could be channeled through W-s was limited, since the bandwith is very low in this part of the galaxy...

- Don´t tell me, I know who you are, or where or is a copy off you are the Art-Bot he just vanished from the art-scene some time ago, you are him aren´t you?
Who killed him or you, eh! ...and why?

- Schhh! don´t talk so loud, your tripple stereo-speak can be heard all over and here are only people who´s interest of this current government is that it stays in power...
Have you got a stasis-field non-bug chamber in you office or studio, can we talk there?

- Sure, but I can´t leave this gallery today, but meet me at my studio tomorrow...
But hey you or him, you memory used to love my art, why have you, or his memory changed it´s mind?

- I can tell you this: you have lost contact to your inner soul, your background, you hang around with wealthy mostly human upperclass scum, there is not a pinch left of the Ghetto where you grew up in left in your art, you have or is starting to become like them a rich soulless ghoul...
Well, see you tomorrow then!

Description
Krrr and miss has temporarily separated and they sit on the eggs every second week, this week Miss Gray is sitting on t heir eggs, so Krrr has a big art exhibition at a high-society uptown gallery on the higher levels everyone is praising his art, well except for one strange robot attending the art gallery´s grand opening!

- are you Krrr the artist?

- Yes I am, who are you?

- Call me Bot-art for now, but are you certain that you are Krrr?
in my memory files you where suppose to be a grey-headed Tri-Phone?

- Well I have bleached my head, I find my natural grey color so dull, I have done it before, but what do you think of the idea of dying my head purple? But hey, have we met before? or?

- Yes Kind of, well according to my memory-circuits, still the memories have traveled across space and time. but I am afraid that the might have been corrupted since I was suppose to meet a Tri-phone artist with a grey-head who made great art, I mean this art you have hanging here in this gallery is utter crap, My friend you are loosing the touch...

- Ok, everyone is allowed an opinion, but today I have been praised by the press, the art-collector, and the rich-guild! actually every artwork has sold out already! but hey who are you strange droid?

- Well, let´s say like this, I am a sleeper-drone bot, I was activated when my owner died through the illegal warp-net some of us droids use, the a low-information stream activated me and fed my blank mind with some memories and persona from my late owner, still the number of cue-bits that could be channeled through W-s was limited, since the bandwith is very low in this part of the galaxy...

- Don´t tell me, I know who you are, or where or is a copy off you are the Art-Bot he just vanished from the art-scene some time ago, you are him aren´t you?
Who killed him or you, eh! ...and why?

- Schhh! don´t talk so loud, your tripple stereo-speak can be heard all over and here are only people who´s interest of this current government is that it stays in power...
Have you got a stasis-field non-bug chamber in you office or studio, can we talk there?

- Sure, but I can´t leave this gallery today, but meet me at my studio tomorrow...
But hey you or him, you memory used to love my art, why have you, or his memory changed it´s mind?

- I can tell you this: you have lost contact to your inner soul, your background, you hang around with wealthy mostly human upperclass scum, there is not a pinch left of the Ghetto where you grew up in left in your art, you have or is starting to become like them a rich soulless ghoul...
Well, see you tomorrow then!