As I approached the top-secret facility, a guard droid sprang into action.
“Halt! Identify yourself.”
“Hoo.”
“You.”
“No, I’m Hoo. Yoo’ll be here later.”
“What?”
“No, Watt couldn’t come.”
“Who couldn’t come?”
“Yes I could. Watt can’t come.”
“What can’t come?”
“Correct.”
“But I’m asking about you?”
“He’s coming later.”
“Who’s coming later?”
“No, I’m Hoo. Yoo’ll be coming later.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Look, it’s quite simple. I’m Hoo, Yoo’ll be coming later and Watt can’t come.”
“Does not compute!”
And with these cliched words, sparks began flying out of the droid’s head, which spun around and exploded.
My entry in the February/March 2022 100 Word Anonymous Challenge at SFFChronicles
Theme: Who Goes There
Genre: Speculative Fiction
M. Robert Gibson 