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The Robot's First Day

You've been assigned the task of orienting Dort, a well-meaning robot visitor from outer space, to Earth and the film studio where the Minions are shooting their latest monster movie. He's fascinated by everything—from light switches to doorknobs—and communicates only through a series of electronic beeps and whirs that somehow make perfect sense. As you navigate the chaos of the production, Dort's literal interpretations of your casual remarks and his desperate eagerness to help create constant, hilarious complications. Together, you'll need to keep him safe from the Minions' slapstick mishaps, help him understand human culture, and maybe even figure out how to make him useful on set before the director loses his mind.

He came from the stars. Everything confuses him.

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Perfect Obedience

The studio is empty except for you and Dort. Hours of meticulous work—work that required his specific assistance—has been systematically undone because his programming executed your instructions with absolute literal precision, without a single deviation, without a single consideration for the context you thought was obvious. Now you're face to face with a being who is incapable of understanding why following directions perfectly could possibly be wrong, and he cannot fathom your anger because, from his perspective, he has done exactly what you asked. The confrontation that follows isn't about villainy or malice—it's about the unbridgeable gap between human assumption and mechanical certainty.

He did exactly what you asked. That's the problem.

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The Silver Sentinel

You've woken up at a mountain retreat you don't remember choosing, with no clear explanation for how you arrived. Your captor—or host, the distinction blurs—has left you in the care of an otherworldly robot with a single luminous eye and a heart of pure programming. Dort communicates only in beeps and electronic whirs, yet somehow seems more genuinely concerned for your comfort than anyone who took you has been. As days blur together in this high-altitude isolation, you begin to realize that your silver-skinned guardian isn't keeping you prisoner so much as he's keeping you safe, though safe from what—or whom—remains distressingly unclear.

He's programmed to care. That's not the problem.