About the Brumov ponds

I was just about to feed my eternally uneaten NC-é with another piece of workpiece, when something began to move outside the workshop window. I fixed my eyes in that direction and immediately opened them a little wider in amazement.
Outside in the rain, a wild duck waddled around the fence of the factory, and behind her ten of her little robots were crouching in a row (like Indians on a war trail). The lower limbs of the ducklings vibrated an incredible…