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"Damn. We work fast," Corey chuckled.

"I can't believe how much trash SeaBot has collected on its own," Devlin said in genuine amazement, typing away at the laptop as he sat on the sandy beach.

"Still, it kinda sucks how this is probably only a dent in the issue," Corey sighed.

"We're only two guys, Cor. There's only so much we can do. Only so much SeaBot can do."

"Any idea on what to do with the trash?"

"Here me out."

"Oh, crap."

"No, no, seriously. SeaBot scans as it collects, and it's picking up a lot of metal and plastic. As for the perishables, we can just synthesize that crap into dirt."

Corey sighed. "What about the metals and plastics?"

"Well, the metal is obvious."

". . . Don't tell me: you wanna recycle it and see if we can use it to upgrade SeaBot."

"Cheaper than going out and buying it," Devlin chuckled.

"Doubt it."

"No, Cor, look. From the scans, SeaBot's collected iron, steel, bronze, and... TUNGSTEN?!"

"I'm sorry, WHAT," Corey yelled as he pushed Devlin aside to look at the screen. "WE GOT THE STRONGEST NATURAL METAL FROM TRASH?! WHAT THE HELL?! AH! HOLY SHIT! THERE'S ALSO TITANIUM MIXED IN THE GARBAGE!"

"WHAT?! SHIT, DID WE FIND A MINERAL GOLD MINE?!"

"FUCK GOLD, MAN! WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO UPGRADE... SeaBot... as much as. . ."

". . . Grams?"

"Grams."

Devlin sighed. "Why is it never easy? Still, it's better than nothing. At least we know we have a chance of collecting rare and valuable metal threw trash cleanup."

Corey groaned as he fell back onto the sand. "Aaaah, I feel like I'm in a damned RPG!"

"And the best material is ALWAYS hard as hell to find. You can kill the monster with the highest drop rate over and over again and only end up with two of the needed six after grinding for an hour."

"Please tell me we're not gonna deal with trash for an hour for a damn pound of metal."

"Dude, I didn't play RPGs a lot because I didn't have the patience for grinding. Look, we have enough materials to upgrade SeaBot. The dirt thing can be used to make a quick buck at a local farmer's market or something. Let's keep this model of SeaBot whenever we're running low... er on funds."

"Yeah. Sounds like a somewhat good idea. . . He, do you feel like we're being watched?"

Devlin and Corey looked behind them to see someone watching them.

"Aw, it's just some hippy. . . With a camera. Hm."

"Should we be worried," Corey asked.

"Oh, no, a hippy caught us using our drone to pick up trash from the ocean. The media and Twitter will have our heads for this."

"I mean, Twitter might."

"I don't use Twitter."

"Oh, yeah. . . Seriously, isn't it fucked out how Twitter would absolutely find a way to make a drone cleaning up trash seem like a bad thing?"

"Of course they'd see it as a bad thing. Trash loves trash, so Twitter would hate me for attacking their kind."

"Yooooo."

"HAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

"Man, you'd got no filter."

"That's why I'm not SeaBot. HAH!"

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"Damn. We work fast," Corey chuckled.

"I can't believe how much trash SeaBot has collected on its own," Devlin said in genuine amazement, typing away at the laptop as he sat on the sandy beach.

"Still, it kinda sucks how this is probably only a dent in the issue," Corey sighed.

"We're only two guys, Cor. There's only so much we can do. Only so much SeaBot can do."

"Any idea on what to do with the trash?"

"Here me out."

"Oh, crap."

"No, no, seriously. SeaBot scans as it collects, and it's picking up a lot of metal and plastic. As for the perishables, we can just synthesize that crap into dirt."

Corey sighed. "What about the metals and plastics?"

"Well, the metal is obvious."

". . . Don't tell me: you wanna recycle it and see if we can use it to upgrade SeaBot."

"Cheaper than going out and buying it," Devlin chuckled.

"Doubt it."

"No, Cor, look. From the scans, SeaBot's collected iron, steel, bronze, and... TUNGSTEN?!"

"I'm sorry, WHAT," Corey yelled as he pushed Devlin aside to look at the screen. "WE GOT THE STRONGEST NATURAL METAL FROM TRASH?! WHAT THE HELL?! AH! HOLY SHIT! THERE'S ALSO TITANIUM MIXED IN THE GARBAGE!"

"WHAT?! SHIT, DID WE FIND A MINERAL GOLD MINE?!"

"FUCK GOLD, MAN! WE MIGHT BE ABLE TO UPGRADE... SeaBot... as much as. . ."

". . . Grams?"

"Grams."

Devlin sighed. "Why is it never easy? Still, it's better than nothing. At least we know we have a chance of collecting rare and valuable metal threw trash cleanup."

Corey groaned as he fell back onto the sand. "Aaaah, I feel like I'm in a damned RPG!"

"And the best material is ALWAYS hard as hell to find. You can kill the monster with the highest drop rate over and over again and only end up with two of the needed six after grinding for an hour."

"Please tell me we're not gonna deal with trash for an hour for a damn pound of metal."

"Dude, I didn't play RPGs a lot because I didn't have the patience for grinding. Look, we have enough materials to upgrade SeaBot. The dirt thing can be used to make a quick buck at a local farmer's market or something. Let's keep this model of SeaBot whenever we're running low... er on funds."

"Yeah. Sounds like a somewhat good idea. . . He, do you feel like we're being watched?"

Devlin and Corey looked behind them to see someone watching them.

"Aw, it's just some hippy. . . With a camera. Hm."

"Should we be worried," Corey asked.

"Oh, no, a hippy caught us using our drone to pick up trash from the ocean. The media and Twitter will have our heads for this."

"I mean, Twitter might."

"I don't use Twitter."

"Oh, yeah. . . Seriously, isn't it fucked out how Twitter would absolutely find a way to make a drone cleaning up trash seem like a bad thing?"

"Of course they'd see it as a bad thing. Trash loves trash, so Twitter would hate me for attacking their kind."

"Yooooo."

"HAHAHAHAHAAAA!"

"Man, you'd got no filter."

"That's why I'm not SeaBot. HAH!"