LOST IN SPACE meets HOME ALONE
All Alcora wants is to design bots.
When her new-found family rips her away from her home planet and a bounty hunter’s sent after them, Alcora must choose.
Abandon her dream…or her family.
Alcora smeared the last bit of grease on her nose, staining her face as grey as sky. Did bots find the slimy cold texture as yucky as she did? She hated to waste precious bot grease for camouflage, but some things were worth the sacrifice.
She tapped the bump in her pocket. Yup, sister-finding-bot was still there. It’d taken months to make. If only she hadn’t busted the first glantum converter she’d found at the junkyard. Note to self: if a part isn’t quite fitting into a bot, don’t hammer it in.
Now here she was, about to break curfew to find the sister she wasn’t supposed to know about. Curiosity sparked. Did her sister have a cluster of moles on her shoulder like she did? Did they both laugh through their nose? Did her sister spend all her free time building bots?
Not that Alcora’d be ridiculous enough to risk detention for curiosity. She wasn’t wazoo.
She slid open her bato door, but before Alcora could tiptoe out of her tiny room into the hall of the sleeping block, a light thump struck her shin. Oh, Vollie. The first bot she’d ever made, and her favorite by far. He chirped up at her. Essentially a little cylinder on wheels, he was beyond good at cleaning her many grease drips. She squatted to pat him on the head. He chirped again, slower and deeper.
“I know it’s dangerous, but I have to,” Alcora whispered. “Without her help I’ll never get into the bot program.”