“No, no, please. We’ll take care of it. I insist.” He glanced up to the balcony. “Sophie, would you mind?” Sophie rose and left the balcony. He chopped down my apple trees. He would pay for this. “A human?” Arland asked. “You are sending a human against that?” Robart pointed at the Sentinel, which had veered away from the orchard and was spinning in the field. “That is a Class 6 mass-casualty guard unit. This thing is designed to be nearly indestructible. It will take concentrated laser fire or KPSM to take it down.” “KPSM?” I was too mad to keep the fury out of my voice. “Kinetic Projectile
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