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Sorry is titled The Spoil heap and is by Fiona Moore.

Fiona Moore, who can be found at the website, Fiona-more.com, is a two-time BSFA award-finalist, writer, and academic

whose work has appeared in Clark's world as a moth, cross-mass infinities, and four consecutive editions of the best of British SF.

Her most recent nonfiction is the book management lessons from the Game of Thrones.

Her publications include One Novel, numerous articles and journals such as Foundation, Guidebooks to Blake's Seven, The Prisoner, Battlestar Galactica, and Doctor Who.

Three stage plays and four audio plays. She lives in Southwest England, with a tortoise shell cat, which has bent on world domination.

If you like what you hear, you can go back to the slow deaths of automobiles, the island of misfit toys, and the lorry.

So, my day listener, I hope you can sit back, relax, and let me tell you a story.

Up on the spoil heap, Mordug found a robot. This wasn't that unusual in and of itself.

She was always finding them, or parts of them anyway, frozen and contorted attitudes like dinosaur fossils,

plastic housing cracked, and aluminum limbs displayed. What was different about this one was that it was walking.

Mordug would go up to the spoil heap two or three times a week, as a way of supplementing what she got from her farm.

She was a lot slower going up than when she'd been a young woman, but she was still fitter and stronger than most.

And if she brought a stick with her, it was more to poke about in the Wudulea growths than to lean on.

The spoil heap had begun as the waste from the slate mine, and by general agreement was the common property of everyone in the village.

Anyone could forge there and could lay claim to what they found.

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