Tina asked Giles the next morning at school. “Fine, I guess,” Giles replied. It was only a machine, how could you describe how it was? “Not overheating?” Tina inquired. “I don’t think so, no.” “You plugged it in last night, according to my instructions?” “I did, and all the lights flickered, and a deep humming sound came from Tinatron’s chest. It was a little freaky.” “That’s the high voltage battery!” said Tina grandly. “It’s a beautiful creation, don’t you think, Barnes?” A dreamy look had come into her eyes, and Giles looked at Kevin and winked. Tina could get a little carried away sometimes. “Did you know,” she said, “that the word robot comes from the Czech word robota?” “I can’t even spell ‘Czech’,” commented Kevin. “Ah! If they could only see now what I’ve done with that little word of theirs,” said Tina. “I’ve made it come true. I’ve made the perfect machine!” “So what are you going to do with it now?” Giles wanted to know.
