Spring Breeze

Spring Breeze
Return of the Prodigal Son
Samson And Delilah
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"I beg your pardon, sir." Luke spun, startled, but it was only the tall 'droid, Threepio. The contrast in therobot was striking compared with Luke's initial sight of him. Bronze-colored alloygleamed in the overhead lights of the garage, cleaned of pits and dust by the powerfuloils. "Is there anything I might do to help?" the robot asked solicitously. Luke studied the machine, and as he did so some of his anger drained away.There was no point in yelling cryptically at a robot. "I doubt it," he replied, "unless you can alter time and speed up the harvest. Orelse teleport me off this sandpile under Uncle Owen's nose." Sarcasm was difficult for even an extremely sophisticated robot to detect, soThreepio considered the question objectively before finally replying, "I don't think so,sir. I'm only a third-degree 'droid and not very knowledgeable about such things astransatomic physics." Suddenly, the events of the past couple of days seemed tocatch up with him all at once. "As a matter of fact, young sir," Threepio went onwhile looking around him with fresh vision, "I'm not even sure which planet I'm on." Luke chuckled sardonically and assumed a mocking pose. "If there's brightcenter to this universe, you're on the world farthest from it." "Yes, Luke sir." The youth shook his head irritably. "Never mind the 'sir'—it's just Luke.And this world is called Tatooine." Threepio nodded slightly. "Thank you, Luke s—Luke. I am See Threepio,human-droid relations specialist." He jerked a casual metal thumb back toward therecharge unit. "That is my companion, Artoo Detoo."