Among the metal-persons of Phobos, robot B-12 held a special niche. He might not have been stronger, larger, faster than some but he could be devious and more important, he was that junkyard planetoid’s only moonshiner. I AM B-12, a metal person. If you read Day and the other progressive journals you will know that in some quarters of the galaxy there is considerable prejudice directed against us. It is ever so with minority races, and I do not complain. I merely make this statement so that you will understand about the alarm clock. An alarm clock.
