Amashumi ayisishiyagalombili nesishiyagalolunye

The first few hours were filled with awkward looks and extended periods of silence. The chief – Doc had not said a single word to any of his guests. He had his robot, Luca, prepare the group snacks and bring it to them. Sky wanted to chase the robot, but Desaley was very apprehensive about letting his sort of daughter run after a metal humanoid that did not even blink. 

Nikola was suppressing her inner fangirl as her eyes darted from one contraption to the next. One innovation to the next. It was like a strange paradise where everything made sense to her. Despite the unflattering interior design, it made sense. These were set up in the most functional way possible. This was set up in the most effective way and the flow of objects and tools felt intuitive. 

"I don't think we need this guy," Samuel said and clenched his jaw. "He is a wee bit of a twat don't you think?"