If you want to hear about the 'droid's reason for reflecting on smugness...

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The key, tritianSix suspected, to surviving these frequent robberies, had come from one of its newly discovered abilities.  

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Several hold-ups back, it had begun disguising newly obtained loot as worthless leavings, something unheard of among the few androids it had made the acquaintance of.  It worked, the robbers strutting off in disgust at the apparent worthlessness of the lot.  Then, one night more recently, something just as good occurred, when tritianSix decided, on the spur of the moment, to hold two hopelessly nonfunctional servoes behind its back while watching the interlopers pick over the rest of its loot.  

   "Hey, 'droid," the ugliest of the lot called, his boots raising puffs of dust as he stalked away from the rucksack.  "Are you trying to hide something better than this junk?" tritianSix, in its most piteous voice, had asked for forgiveness as he handed the robber both servoes.  

    "Please, can I keep just one?" it had whined, his shoulders quivering just a bit.

    "Hmmph, just as I thought," the robber had crowed, holding them aloft as he herded his partners back to their vehicles.  As soon as the gang roared away, tritianSix had to resist jumping in the air and touching his feet together, something he had seen several young humans do when expressing extreme joy/happiness.  The majority of the best finds lay scattered near the rucksack, undesirable as soon as the holding back of the servoes had been discovered.  

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This, this, ability, the thoughts tritianSix had had as it soldered detritus onto precious loot, seemed so momentous.  Also, the lack of hesitation when deciding to act in a, well, deceptive way, a way it had never seen another android act, needed to be analyzed. tritianSix, more than ever, desired to be effective, and it was clear that developing tactics and strategies like this were the solution.

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