“I am not sure quite why, but…” Veda smiles, a slight shy expression as she taps a finger against her collar, just above where her frame had been damaged months ago. “I have met only one other who is like me, and they were visibly damaged. I… I do not know if it is the same for me, but…” She shrugs. “I do not regret it, if it is.”
Jack listened intently as she explained. His mind focused on those words, ”only one other” – and what that implied.
“I can understand that,” he said softly. “It m-makes you unique. But, er … if you don’t mind my asking, how many others were there?” His gaze focused on her intently. “Where did you come from?” That seemed a politer thing to ask than ‘who made you?’
Fighting the urge to fidget with him looking at her so intently, Veda nods slightly. Unique was one way to put it.
“There were… if I am remembering correctly, there was one other. I am not sure of where he is, however.” The meeting itself didn’t amount to much, nothing had come of it that she knew of. What the creature was doing now, she didn’t know that either.
Jack nodded. The idea of another robot roaming the city, disguised as a human, wasn’t a pleasant one – although if he was really like Veda, it was probably safe. Whatever she might be, the gynoid seemed like a nice person; she’d taken the trouble to bring Katelynn home when she was feeling ill, hadn’t she?
“And, where did the two of you come from?” he repeated, then added, “If I m-may ask?”
Jack Maple 