Still lying on the ground in front of Helen, Scotty turned to face the slowly advancing machine. “Stop,” he shouted. “I command you!”

The machine did not respond.

“See,” he said. “It won’t stop until it decides I’m out of danger.”

“Well maybe we should just leave you and your friend to have a little play time.”

“I don’t think it will stop seeing you as a threat until you’re dead.”

“Well what do you care? If we leave, it still follows us.”

“But it might just step on me to get to you. Like I said, it’s an antique!”