Spare Parts — T.J. Land

Ugh, organics are revolting. Damp, inefficient, prone to leaking -- everything Meteor despises. The last thing he and his accomplices Gloss and Spike want to do is set foot on a planet infested with billions of the horrible things. To add insult to injury, to escape detection while on Earth, they've no choice but to disguise themselves as the aforementioned moist bipeds. The indignity is almost more than his circuits can bear.But there's no alternative. For centuries, Meteor, Gloss, and Spike were nothing more than three of thousands of robots programmed to serve the whims of a hyper-advanced intergalactic species. If they want to avoid being recaptured by their old owners, they need to find a weapon hidden millennia ago in Earth's soil. Meteor's ambitions, however, don't stop at merely escaping capture. He's got big plans for the species that built him to be a slave. Big, violent plans. And it'll all work out perfectly provided he can keep reminding the other two of what they're on Earth to do.What they're not there to do is have fun. But flighty, excitable Spike quickly forgets that.What they're not there to do is learn about kissing. But cold, analytical Gloss finds his attention drawn that way regardless.What they're not there to do is become human. But Meteor has spent several hundred years bored out of his mind and humans…well, damp as they are, they're not boring. Which is a problem, because Meteor can't afford distractions -- not with their owners searching the galaxy for them and getting closer every day.