Yeabot, my robot always lightened my mood. Yeabot’s little white plastic body is about three and a half feet high and he looks like a cross between R2D2 and the Pillsbury Dough Boy. My friend Sam invented him while on government payroll and when he wanted to retire from the intelligence community he wanted his unfinished robot design to retire with him. Since that would not be acceptable to the federal government, Sam hired Hunter Investigations to help convince his bosses he had gone crazy and had nothing but unworkable nonsense in his robot plans. Though I had occasionally pulled a scam or two before, I was in over my head from the moment I said hello to Sam. However, despite the fact that this scam had to fool both real life foreign spies and the U.S. Government, we did get Sam and his robot out of the service. I have since wondered whether it was my "creative" solution or Sam’s expertise in black ops that won the day.        Sam retired with nothing but a modest pension and he will never be able to benefit from the robotics designs started on government time. He paid me for my help by making this robot for me and programmed it to be a combination of computerized secretary, database genius, waiter, and security guard. I love the little guy. In addition to Yeabot’s practical assistance, he delights my sense of fantasy. Because of his ability to talk to me, I named him for the Navajo talking God, Yeibichai. Sam could never remember that so he called him Yeabot and the name stuck.
DIANA HUNTER, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR
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