"You got it, boss."  Sam said, as Unit Three rose from it's kneeling stand, and started it's walk-around of the campt site.  In truth, Sam had liked hearing the song from way-back.  He didn't know why, since he didn't have any other memories to have it attached to.  Maybe his time in this group would make it such a memory, something to tell his kids about, if he ever had any.<br/><br/>"All right, you sand"  He said, gazing out at the desert areas beyond.  "Sam's on watch, and you better not try nothin'!"<br/><br/>Maybe the boss heard.  Maybe Isabel did.  Sam didn't care.  While Isabel seemed to ignore Sam's attempts at humor, the boss seemed to like them.  WEll, Sam woud do anything he could to break the monotony.