Story: 'Diary of a Laundry Robot', Week X

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Monday

Good grief, we are safe nowhere! Mrs Wilberforce just dropped in with three boxes of feather boas. She found us in an entirely dimension in space! The Quergs are at a loss in understanding it. She just flounced in, dropped off these gigantic packages and flounced out again, utterly oblivious to the change in locale. Now we have feather boas, and our supervisor recommended we just wash them and then they'll drop them off in an undercover operation. How bizarre it is! Celia actually giggled for a whole hour, off and on. At least they're not hats!

Tuesday

I've just realised, my diary, that I never followed up on the singed hats. There they were on our return from the Ring of Querg. We found out the next day, after explaining that being singed is not the same as being dirty, that there had been a small expedition to a volcano planet in the Iocane system, with some damage being taken as a result. It sounds like a very interesting planet, even if it is part of a very unlikely story. Incidentally, the Blots are just sitting there, outside the laundry. I'm somehow tempted to drape the feather boas on them, but Celia just looked at me disgustedly when I suggested it.

Wednesday

A mystery has been revealed! Egbert is actually a time-space continuum correction to the Blots problem. Yesterday, he visited us here at the laundry, traversing the road from our new communal house, and tripped over one of the interlopers, who promptly vanished! Astonished, the Quergs took some readings and discovered that some agent had put him there for that purpose. He trumpeted with glee and began running about and wildly tripping over them at every opportunity! There are now no Blots left, although our maintenance/therapist Querg thinks they must begin accumulating again soon. He seems to think that we weren't as unimportant to the natural timeline as they had thought, or that something else is badly wrong.

Thursday

The boas have been shipped back to our home time, finally! We managed to get a note put in as well, with the Quergs' agreement, asking for some necessary supplies to come back the squad. We really need some new sensor wipes and Celia misses her robo-bear! What madness! I gave up my robo-raccoon years ago, and she still has a bear!

Egbert has begun meditating in the middle of the night. I wonder if he has been told something about going home, as he seems rather melancholy recently. Barely an 'Egg!' has been heard for days.

There is a Blot outside the laundry. Celia is looking worried.

Friday

A brief note for today: The Grand High Querg has summoned us, including Egbert, to the Dome. We had never even heard of a Grand High Querg or a Dome! I wonder what we've done! Tomorrow, we will go. Celia's robo-bear growls at me when I sing in the wash facility.

There will be more...