Cooper blinked. He looked over to Kyle, as if noticing for the first time that the buff young man was wearing nothing but swim trunks and an open shirt. He blinked again, and turned back to Mel.<br/><br/>"Ebbeh..." he said, then paused. "Eb..."<br/><br/>The telephone conversation rewound, replayed, rewound, replayed in Cooper's head three or four more times. As the very particularly vague words rolled around inside his skull, he summoned a mental image of the contract he had signed before setting out. He had wanted everything in writing, hadn't he? Insisted on it. All nice and legally binding, and in no way escapable under any circumstances,<em>was it you idiot</em>?!<br/><br/>"Any chance we're talking about robots?" he said at last. Mel's even stare told him otherwise. "<em>Mierda</em>," he muttered.<br/>