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The automatons were holding her down and giving her all sorts of beauty regiments, massages, beverages, they were even dying her grey hairs red, the poor woman! The lifeless glowing eyes of these mechanical people turned on us. “You must relax,” they called in their lifeless voices. “You look very agitated.” Oh, they tried to give me tonic water, and remove Mr. V's coat and prop his feet up on a cushion. It was horrible! The automaton spun open its human interface to show a smiling visage. "For your immediate comfort," the attendant said, noticing our excited state,"I must immerse you in a hot sauna." We could not even make a move to inform Sir Hammerhorn, for the robots locked us in one of the spa cabins! There we sat for some time, and the spa cabins down the hall began to fill, one by one, with more prisoners of these caring monsters! I looked through the tiny window and saw the Mayor violently resisting a nice hot bath in the room across the way. He was being forcibly disrobed, and I turned away at once before seeing any part of his muscular frame that I might regret seeing. Mr. Vandenklamp was thumbing through the programming book, and said, "If someone were able to turn the hospitality dial down, we would be able to wrest back control of the ship from the automatons!" The room was filling with an unspeakable amount of steam. It may have gotten the wrinkles out of my dress, but had I stayed longer, I don't think I could have survived without removing