Ann inserted a few missing commas, and then the alterations to the composition were complete.

"It's three o'clock, girls. Time is up then. How much have you written, Beth?"

"Nearly a page, Miss."

"How much is nearly?"
"I've got six lines to go."

"Try and write a little more than one page. How much have you written, Ann?"

"About two pages, Miss," said Ann, hoping that the teacher would not look at it and instruct her to write something else.

"Let's have a look," said the teacher, approaching Ann's desk.

Ann handed her the story, still worried.

"If she reads this one now and doesn't like it, then I will have to write another one for homework, and I really need to sleep. Writing that was easy enough, even while I am tired, but I do have to catch up on at least two hours of sleep, before I do anything else today."

"Yes, three pages of writing and no scribbling down little private material. Good. You can read yours tomorrow, but don't make it any longer," said the teacher.

"Thank goodness," thought Ann, "She did not read it, only glanced at the paper to see that I had written composition pages. Well I want to read it all."

Ann walked to the bus stop, caught the bus and fell asleep. Fortunately, she was awoken by a school friend on the same bus, who knew that Ann lived near the St Ives bus stop on Mona Vale Road. The girl woke Ann with a gentle tap on her forehead. Ann pulled the bell cord and the electronic combination of a 'stop' light and a bell heralded the bus stop's approach. Ann walked down the long driveway to the Freedom Fields building, thinking how fortunate she was, to be separated from the noise of cars on the roads, by a long dirt driveway.

Butler One would be preparing to visit a disused pile of rubbish, which would hopefully yield the required metal items for Ann's robot doppelganger. Ann walked into her room, climbed into bed and fell asleep.

Meanwhile, Butler One was using the available equipment and spare parts within Wildstar the spaceship to construct the moving robotic insides of Ann's robot duplicate. The sun had set by five o'clock leaving Butler One free to land the spaceship in the middle of the tip. Butler One opened the cylinder doorway to the roof of Wildstar, using his own internal remote controls. He could later operate these from outside the spaceship, in order to return to Wildstar. Butler One rolled along until he was standing in the middle of the cylinder and then it rose to become part of Wildstar's roof.

Butler One used a short flow of current through his lower console's anti-gravity metal in order to fly gently down to the tip, and then released his probes from the sockets just below the plastifer orb which was his head. The metal coils snaked their way around the tip, searching for metal to be used until Butler One's probes had detected a sufficient supply of it. He used the ends of the probes to gather the metal together in a pile.

Had Ann been with him, she would have been thinking that the materials in a tip would otherwise be merely crushed, burnt or left to rot depending on what they were. Butler One was merely utilizing a metal which would otherwise be wasted.

Tap!

A bullet bounced off Butler One's plastifer orb. The computer turned to see four policemen approaching with guns. With pin-point accuracy, Butler One rotated his left arm around its vertical axis, and fired it like a cannon. It melted the end of a policeman's gun, doing no damage to the man's hand at all.

The officer turned and ran for the police car, instructing his men to keep shooting at the robot. Butler One fired his laser again and again, demolishing the guns and batons of the remaining three policemen. Meanwhile, the first officer used his baton to knock the mirror out from the inside of the car, detaching it from the roof. The rear view mirror could now be held in his hand, using his baton as bait. He returned to the scene of the action and managed to trick Butler One into firing at the mirror, which he held steady with his hand. The laser blast was reflected back at Butler One's control panel's doors. It burst through the doors, damaging Butler One's controls, and his computer mind.

The robot ceased to function, at least for the moment. To the policemen, it had just been apparently disarmed.

"We had a report of a flying saucer in this area, but I still didn't expect you, whatever you are. Still the tip workers weren't crazy after all. They really did see a flying saucer and a robot on their way home from here. You're going to be impounded until we find out who built you and your flying tin can."

Butler One gave no response. He was now just a collection of connected pieces of equipment controlled by an electronic brain which had been seriously damaged.

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