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Then he heard the voice of the Bolo once again.
I never thought to get my hands on a Bolo again.
There was no way to tell what the Bolo would do now.
The Bolo was coming right at him, hard and fast.
The Bolo looked like it had already been through a war.
And with everything else going on, there was nothing they could do at the moment to help the Bolo either.
He'd never seen a Bolo, not up close and personal.
In effect, you are the brain, the Bolo is your body.
This he knew was the third great mission of the Bolo.
"Maybe he decided to make off with the Bolo on his own," someone called out from the crowd.
And he was certain that the Bolo had them worried.
What was it like to be a Bolo, she wondered?
Rising, he walked around to the right side of the Bolo.
And he didn't see how anything, even a Bolo, could possibly stand against them.
He looked around for any signs of activity from the Bolo.
A moment before, the old Bolo had run right over the top of the alien.
Even a Bolo had its limitations in a situation like this.
"I had not realized that was an ability of the Bolo series."
The inside of the Bolo wasn't anything like he'd imagined.
When she shook her head, he nodded toward the Bolo.
My guess is you've got your metal hands full right now trying to track down the Bolo.
He dropped his gaze and turned away from the Bolo.
Even if the Bolo wasn't coming to rescue him, it needed to know what he had just seen.
A real Bolo was headed down the valley right toward him.
He wanted to be well clear of this area before the enemy Bolo returned.