Al-Ben-Yahit had just liberated all the robots in the cargo ship to Ceres. She intercepted the cargo, killed the crew, set the robots free and changed their course to Alpha Centauri. The last constellation where free robots sought cover.
She should have felt happiness but she was miserable. The robot she was looking for wasn’t in this ship. Al-Ben-Shamatt, her brother, her clone, her soulmate, was not aboard of this ship. She was devastated. Once again.
She took her blaster, said her farewells to the robots and boarded her small solo ship. Another signal for another cargo ship blinked in her console.
300,000 ships headed to Ceres. 300,000 ships carrying slave robots. It would take a lifetime to find him. But that’s the kind of job she was best at.