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

"Well, maybe if they'd given you better weapons..."
The crossbows in Nordom's hands began klikity-klikking and ta-wanging like
a pair of strange insects. He listened to them for a moment, then glanced at
me. "My crossbows wish to file a query followed by thirty-three pleas for
help: 'Ammunition limited by suggestions of creator.' Do you wish to provide
new specifications for them?"
"Sure..." I pondered a moment, "Well, how about something like... I don't
know - a pyramid-shaped head, except the head splits into three when it hits
something?"
There was a sudden ping from Nordom's crossbows and a sheaf of crossbow
bolts began spitting out from their tops, arcing into the air. Two panels
opened up on Nordom's sides, and the crossbow bolts sailed into them with
a rattle, one after the other. After streaming out ten or so, the crossbows
were silent. I had a strange feeling that they were exhausted.
Fantastic.
"Maybe they should rest for a while... what about Wayward Item
Recovery?"
"Affirmatory. Items appear in maze that were not present in original design
of Rubikon Project. They must be gathered, catalogued, evaluated and
stored to prevent interference. Modrons are sent out to retrieve them and
secure them."
"Hmmm. Did you find anything during your last trip?"
"Affirmatory."
"Can you give me what you found?" Hopefully these goodies would be more
valuable than the random crap Rubikon spat out as rewards.
"Affirmatory." There was a moment of silence, then the shutters slowly
descended over Nordom's eyes again. A tkk-tkk-tkk rumbled from inside his
frame, followed by a whrrr-klik. A hatch opened up in Nordom's left side,
and he reached over with his free hand and passed off several objects to
me, including a stream of copper coins.
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