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Norby was a book series about a cute mixed-up robot, who together with his owner, get involved in crazy scrapes that involve dragons and that most Asimovian of all villain types, a guy who is a supervillain pretending to be an evil clown.

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#NaNoWriMo

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The Space Academy, which was under Space Command, had serious problems to face and [Admiral Yobo] was at the cutting edge of it all.

Janet and Isaac Asimov, Norby the Mixed-Up Robot (via radondoran)

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excerpts from NORBY THE MIXED-UP ROBOT

Then Norby said in a small voice, “I wanted you to own me. I see now that it was a great wrong. You’re all mixed up with a robot that’s all mixed up. I’ll try to get you home, Jeff, and I’ll stay here, and you’ll be rid of me. I’m sorry.”

“No,” Jeff said. “I don’t ever want to be rid of you. It doesn’t matter how mixed up you are; I’ll just be mixed up along with you.” He reached for Norby. “I wish you weren’t so hard,” he said. “It’s difficult to hug you.”

“I don’t care,” said Norby. “Hug me anyway. I’m so glad you want to keep me.”

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“Come on, Norby!”

“All right, I’m trying. But I think you are a crude monster to make such vicious threats against me when it was only half an hour ago you were saying you loved me.”

“I do love you, but that’s beside the point. Get going!”

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Norby’s hand reached over to Jeff’s leg and grabbed it hard.

I don’t want the admiral to hear! I think I could gimmick a small ship (if he’ll give us one) and hyperjump us to Earth.

Jeff gulped. “Norby?” he said faintly, feeling the tingle through his leg this time.

I think the dragon made you responsive to telepathy if I touch you. Get me a ship!

Ladies and gentlemen, proof that Isaac Asimov cannot write a non-slashy male/male friendship to save his life.  Not even when the two males in question are a fourteen-year-old kid and an ancient half-alien robot.