Did that really just work? Minerva thought.
"Whaaaaat did you just do?" Iris asked, obviously as confused as Minerva was.
"I don't know, I just thought that if my dad made the robots that maybe they would listen to me." Minerva responded.
"You're so lucky, no one listens to me. Not even my upstart younger brother Alexander."
"You have a brother?" Minerva asked, now very befuddled.
"Yep. He is so annoying." Iris grimaced.
"I used to have a sister, but she died when she went on a space mission to here with my dad," Minerva said, "Though I suppose my life is a lie and she didn't die because dad didn't die and now she is evil."
"Well, you don't know that." Iris pointed out.
"What command should I give the robot?" Minerva asked Iris.
"Tell him to fly us to the highest balcony of the palace." Iris replied.
"Why there?"
"Because that's the balcony for my bedroom."
"Ok. So robot first of all, can I call you Fred?"
"Yes master." the robot said.
"Could you please fly us to the highest balcony of the palace, Fred?" Minerva asked.
"Hop on." Fred said.
A while later they were closer to the palace. "Oh no!" Iris exclaimed.
"What?" Minerva asked.
"Alexander is on the balcony! My balcony!" Iris whined.
"How are we going to get to the palace without him seeing us?" Minerva asked, panicking.
"He's already seen us."
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The Troubled Galaxy
SciencefictionWhen Minerva crash lands on a planet, her whole world is turned upside down when she finds out things that she never thought could be true.
