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Gusterson sucked in such a big gasp that he hiccuped. The right shoulder of Fay's jacket and shirt had been cut away. Thrusting up through the neatly hemmed hole was a silvery gray hump with a one-eyed turret atop it and two multi-jointed metal arms ending in little claws.
It looked like the top half of a pseudo-science robot -- a squat evil child robot, Gusterson told himself, which had lost its legs in a railway accident -- and it seemed to him that a red fleck was moving around imperceptibly in the huge single eye.