Post-war trauma

Dirk Bell awoke in his quarters still fully dressed. He didn't remember how he
had gotten there. "Where in the hell was I?" he asked himself. Then he
remembered. He was at the Robot Wars but couldn't remember what happened. "Did
I win?" Dirk looked over to find his bot battered pretty badly, but not
demolished. "Guess not. But how in the hell could I lose. My EMP emmitter
should have stopped all of the other bots cold in their tracks, unless they were
steam powered. Something must have gone wrong."
He began to examine his bot. After a few minutes, he found a piece of foam
stuck in between some of the bots parts. "Must have picked it up during the
pinball round. It insulated the generators, preventing the power build up. No
wonder I lost. Damn!" Dirk pulled the foam out of the bot. "Damn shame.
Might as well drown my sorrows in alcohol." Then he realized, that was probably
the reason he didn't remember the wars or getting home. He had already drown
his sorrows. "But they've floated back to the surface. Gotta drown them
again." He showered, changed into a fresh clothes and headed to the Parrot's.
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