Luke studied the machine, and as he did so some of his anger drained away.
There was no point in yelling cryptically at a robot.
"I doubt it," he replied, "unless you can alter time and speed up the harvest. Or else teleport me off this sandpile under Uncle Owen’s nose." Sarcasm was difficult for even an extremely sophisticated robot to detect, so Threepio considered the question objectively before finally replying, "I don’t think so, sir. I’m only a third-degree ’droid and not very knowledgeable about such things as transatomic physics." Suddenly, the events of the past couple of days seemed to catch up with him all at once. "As a matter of fact, young sir," Threepio went on while looking around him with fresh vision, "I’m not even sure which planet I’m on." Luke chuckled sardonically and assumed a mocking pose. "If there’s bright center to this universe, you’re on the world farthest from it." "Yes, Luke sir." The youth shook his head irritably. "Never mind the ’sir’—it’s just Luke.
And this world is called Tatooine." Threepio nodded slightly. "Thank you, Luke s—Luke. I am See Threepio, human-droid relations specialist." He jerked a casual metal thumb back toward the recharge unit. "That is my companion, Artoo Detoo." "Pleased to meet you, Threepio," Luke said easily. "You too, Artoo." Walking across the garage, he checked a gauge on the smaller machine’s front panel, plugging the charge cord he saw something, which made him frown and lean close.
"Something wrong, Luke?" Threepio inquired.
Luke went to a nearby tool wall and selected a small many-armed device. "I don’t know yet, Threepio." Returning to the recharger, Luke bent over Artoo and began scraping at several bumps in the small ’droid’s top with a chromed pick. Occasionally he jerked back sharply as bits of corrosion were flicked into the air by the tiny tool.
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