Potter was shouting, his voice grating on the speaker. "Damn you! What have you done to my men?"

"Not a thing, Captain," Myakovsky said. "They brought it on themselves. Nothing I could do for them. Can you get us out of here, Captain?"

"It seems scarcely worth my time," Potter grumbled. "I ought to nuke all of you."

"But then you'd lose the contents of the harvester," Stan said.

"True enough. But I could always come back for it, after things have cooled down."

"I have a better plan," Stan said. "Something that will be of use to us all."

"Hurry up and tell me what it is," Potter said. "I don't like leaving my ship down here."

"It's too complicated to explain over radio," Stan said. "But I think you will like it listen, I have an android here who has been damaged in recent fighting. I could send him over to you. He'd explain the whole thing."

"I don't know if I should even bother." Potter was obviously thinking aloud.

"I think you'll be interested in my scheme," Stan continued. "And after all, it won't take very long."

"All right," Potter said. "Send him over. This better be good."

"It'll be very good," Stan affirmed.

"How are you going to get him through the aliens? If my own men couldn't make it, how do you expect your android to get here?"

"Modern technology is a wonderful thing," Stan said evasively. "He'll be right over, Captain. Signing off."