Hello Grandmother,

They’re tearing it apart now. All that remains in the desert. The vampires have moved in at night and now all the chard guts of the Shifting Sands are being separated and moved to more secure locations. Which I guess is what I wanted, though it doesn’t feel quite as good knowing that vampires are going to profit so much from a robot problem.

This is what I’m getting from my new channels, anyways. I don’t have access to the vampire or robot community the way I used to, but I’m making do. Forming new connections.

It’s hard at this point not to second guess myself. Did I make anything better? I know, and I can’t tell you how but I do, that that factory was going to build things that could have started a real war between robots and vampires. But did I just wind up provoking things more, now that a real battle has been instigated between them? And what are the vampires going to do with the remains of the technology they found? I know they have places that can analyze it. Can they master it and use the kind of devious robot programming to their own devices? In short, have I just made everything worse?

All right, enough self-pity. I can’t take things back now. Now I’ve just got to figure out where all the pieces on the chess board have fallen to.

-1159

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