A story that is mostly not about robots

The Story of Clam Rickshaw & Fallow's Gorge

Clam Rickshaw was a plum-hunter, surfing the Asian firepeaks for tasty plums...and ADVENTURE!!! (also tasty) Fallow's Gorge was his natural enemy, foiling him at every turn with its transmittable back acne, or "backne".

Clam swore revenge, as the giraffes wailed and the loping were-pigeons stalked their robot seaweed prey.

The five suns of Nextel shone on in the tungsten sky, and the toemaidens of Aynsley Dunsbar sang haunting Tullabies to their prog-rock babies.

Clam heard a noise. He turned around. A gasp was heard. Shots rang out. A furnace was repaired. A scuffle ensued. Sheena Easton wept.

And somewhere off in the distance, a jukebox was reunited with its long-lost mother.

The End