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Manufacturer: Alan Rodgers Books LLC
A nuclear war between the Soviet Union and the West has reduced much of the world to a barren wasteland. The war continues however among the scattered remains of humanity. Across the ground something small and metallic came flashing in the dull sunlight of mid-day. A metal sphere. It raced up the hill after the Russian its treads flying. It was small one of the baby ones. Its claws were out two razor projections spinning in a blur of white steel. The Russian heard it. He turned instantly firing. The sphere dissolved into particles. But already a second had emerged and was following the first. The Russian fired again. A third sphere leaped up the Russian s leg clicking and whirring. It jumped to the shoulder. The spinning blades disappeared into the Russian s throat. Eric relaxed. Well that s that. God those things give me the creeps. The claws were bad enough in the first place -- nasty crawling little death-robots. But when they began to imitate their creators it was time for the human race to make peace -- if it could!