The Wrong Unit

<p><span style=color: rgba(102 102 102 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>I DON'T KNOW WHAT THE HUMANS ARE SO CRANKY ABOUT. Their enclosures are large they ingest over a thousand calories per day and they're allowed to mate. Plus they have me. An Autonomous Servile Unit housed in a mobile/bipedal chassis. I do my job well: keep the humans healthy and happy. Hey you. Heyoo. That's my name I suppose. It's easier for the humans to remember than 413s98-itr8. I guess I've gotten used to it.</span></p><p><br></p><p><span style=color: rgba(102 102 102 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Rob Dircks bestselling author of </span><em style=color: rgba(102 102 102 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)>Where the Hell is Tesla?</em><span style=color: rgba(102 102 102 1); background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0)> has a unit with a problem: how to deliver his package out in the middle of nowhere with nothing to guide him. Oh and with the fate of humanity hanging in the balance. It's a science fiction tale of technology gone haywire unlikely heroes and the nature of humanity. </span></p><p><br></p>