Gather ye rosebuds while ye may

Gather ye rosebuds while ye may
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Gustav Klimt Kiss painting
Head of Christ Artoo glanced up at Threepio, who was steadying himself against a corridor wall.Lights blinked enigmatically around a single mechanical eye as the smaller robotstudied the battered casing of his friend. A patina of metal and fibrous dust coatedthe usually gleaming bronze finish, and there were some visible dents –all the resultof the pounding the rebel ship they were on had been taking. Accompanying the last attack was a persistent deep hum, which even the loudestexplosion had not been able to drown out. Then for no apparent reason, the bassothrumming abruptly ceased, and the only sounds in the otherwise deserted corridorcame from the eerie dry-twig crackle of shorting relays or the pops of dying circuitry.Explosions began to echo through the ship once more, but they were far away fromthe corridor. Threepio turned his smooth, humanlike head to one side. Metallic ears listenedintently. The imitation of a human pose was hardly necessary—Threepio's auditorysensors were fully omnidirectional—but the slim robot had been programmed toblend perfectly among human company. This programming extended even tomimicry of human gestures.