Juvie!

The robots brought Shannon to an imposing building. Out front was a sign. "Juvenile detention center."

"You can't do this! I'm not a minor!" Shannon squealed, kicking helplessly in the robot's metallic tentacle grip. The robots ignored her. They obeyed their programing, not the cries of human captives. So they lugged Lauren into the building.

Inside another robot was waited.

"Minor in need of processing." Her robot captor spoke.

"Scanning." The other robot spoke. Once again a beam of pink light struck Shannon.

"Human female, no ID on file." The second robot spoke. "Age estimate: 12."

Shannon blushed. Once again these idiotic machines thought she was a child! She didn't look that young! Though, apparently by the standard of this planet she did!

"Take her to processing to have the subject deloused, searched and interrogated." The robot spoke.

"Wait, what?!" Shannon squealed as she was helplessly dragged off...