(Scars do not appear to be cause of death –shock ... - Bad Request

"Yeah, you see, sometimes modrons get a little chaos in 'em, and when that
happens... well, I guess the best explanation is that rogue modrons are kind
of like... backwards modrons."
"So this is a... backwards modron?"
"Backwards modron = 'Nordom?'" The cube's voice had a metallic, warbling
quality to it, as if every word it spoke was jumping off a spring and landing...
well, somewhere else. Its mouth formed a bizarre sideways semi-circle,
which I took to be a smile. "Gratitudes! Gratefuls!"
"Uh... I'm sorry?"
"Not sorries. Null sorries. Gratitudes! Indentification of self comprosized by
doubtings + mullings + analysis." The cube chrrruped again, and one of its
eye blinked with a klik - then after a moment, the other eye kliked, as if it
didn't want to be left out.
"You're grateful... that I identified you? Aren't you a modron?"
The cube's features steadied themselves, and its mouth formed a flat line.
"Indemnification of this unit (was) compromised. Subject - addressee
indemnified unit as 'Nordom.' Gratitudes tendered for providing Nordom
indemnification."
"It was nothing. Really."
Nordom's eyes kliked and blinked once, twice, three times; each time the
black spots in the center of his eyes dilated - by the third blink, they were
the size of pinheads. "Real-eye-zation reached: Nordom null know name of
addressee. Indemify yourself."
"You mean 'identify,' right?"
"Affirmatory. Indent-ify, required. Request: Identify identity to Nordom."
"I don't really have a name, Nordom."
Nordom's eyes widened, the diameter of his 'pupils' grew back to normal
size. He kliked and blinked once - but the metal shutters that fell across his
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