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down—“is a highly specialized operative force. Together we can do almost anything because we are part-robot and part-human.”
“Part . . .” I felt the color draining from my face. “Part what?”
That wasn’t even possible. How could you be part-human? That didn’t, that didn’t, that . . . I stepped back. That couldn’t happen .
The feelings. The emotions. Oh god. Oh god.
I clutched my stomach and leaned over.
Robotatouille kicked the dead robot’s leg. “There will be more sent after this one, like the ones sent before him. They’ve gotten close but never like this. They’re becoming stronger and smarter and better. We didn’t want it to come to this but . . .” He looked at Dad. “It’s not secure enough anymore. She needs to leave. Tonight.”
“Leave?” My heart constricted in my chest. “Tonight?”
And go where?
You’re half human. Does anyone realize that? You’re . . . you’re —
“Before they realize this robot’s failed and send another one.”
“Another r—” I swallowed.
My hand reached out for my sofa. There had been more. I missed and stumbled into it.
Dad ran his fingers through his hair. “Why do they want Vienna? What could she have possibly done?”
“They don’t tell us. We only know she’s wanted. They’re”—Robotatouille gestured at the dead robot—“the R.I.A., the Robotic Intelligence Agency, where this robot was planning on taking her.”
The R.I.A.? How could the news have possibly missed that piece of information?
Where there might be more half-humans, half-robot creatures. Oh god. Oh god.
“Why help her?” Dad asked. “We bought you from a store, a box that was rolled into our house! How could you possibly know all this stuff?”
“And . . . you don’t even like me.” I stared into his impassive brown eyes, searching for something, for anything.
“Because my commanding superior ordered me to.”
“That’s the only reason why you did this? Why you helped me?”
He crossed his arms. “I don’t question orders. I follow them.” A muscle tightened in Robotatouille’s jaw. “Actually, he should be here any minute. In the meantime, I suggest you pack.”
“Pack? Pack!” Dad looked like he wanted to throw Robotatouille out the window. “I’ll tell you what we are going to do.” Dad’s fists flew in the air as he headed for the doorway. “We are going to call the police and fix everything that way.” Dad pointed at me, his finger stabbing through the air. “Vienna is not going anywhere.”
“I can understand how difficult this must be for you, to have everything happen so fast. But I assure you, the police can’t help. It’ll only let the R.I.A. get a hold of Vienna faster.”
“And why should we believe you?” Dad spat, stopping.
“Because . . .” Robotatouille softened. “I could kill you now and take her if I wanted. Why else do you think I fought? You think I enjoy putting my life on the line? You think this is fun for me? If I wasn’t here, Vienna would have been gone. She would have been on her way.” Robotatouille scuffed at the dead robot. “With him. I’ve been placed here to help you, to help save your daughter.”
He just said the word “life.” His life. I doubled over on my sofa.
I was in a perverse nightmare and I couldn’t wake up. That was it. It had to be.
Dad covered his face. “How did this happen?”
“Someone important wants your daughter, and we’re here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Dad dropped next to me, onto my blue sofa, folding into himself. “And this unit of yours is supposed to protect her, right?”
Robotatouille’s jaw twitched. “The six of us in my unit are risking our lives to make sure she lives.”
“You’re a robot.” Dad threw up his hands. “You don’t have lives. I can’t believe I’m even having this kind of conversation—with you. And now I’m supposed to trust you, after you lied to us?” Dad stormed off to the kitchen.
“Part . . .” I felt the color draining from my face. “Part what?”
That wasn’t even possible. How could you be part-human? That didn’t, that didn’t, that . . . I stepped back. That couldn’t happen .
The feelings. The emotions. Oh god. Oh god.
I clutched my stomach and leaned over.
Robotatouille kicked the dead robot’s leg. “There will be more sent after this one, like the ones sent before him. They’ve gotten close but never like this. They’re becoming stronger and smarter and better. We didn’t want it to come to this but . . .” He looked at Dad. “It’s not secure enough anymore. She needs to leave. Tonight.”
“Leave?” My heart constricted in my chest. “Tonight?”
And go where?
You’re half human. Does anyone realize that? You’re . . . you’re —
“Before they realize this robot’s failed and send another one.”
“Another r—” I swallowed.
My hand reached out for my sofa. There had been more. I missed and stumbled into it.
Dad ran his fingers through his hair. “Why do they want Vienna? What could she have possibly done?”
“They don’t tell us. We only know she’s wanted. They’re”—Robotatouille gestured at the dead robot—“the R.I.A., the Robotic Intelligence Agency, where this robot was planning on taking her.”
The R.I.A.? How could the news have possibly missed that piece of information?
Where there might be more half-humans, half-robot creatures. Oh god. Oh god.
“Why help her?” Dad asked. “We bought you from a store, a box that was rolled into our house! How could you possibly know all this stuff?”
“And . . . you don’t even like me.” I stared into his impassive brown eyes, searching for something, for anything.
“Because my commanding superior ordered me to.”
“That’s the only reason why you did this? Why you helped me?”
He crossed his arms. “I don’t question orders. I follow them.” A muscle tightened in Robotatouille’s jaw. “Actually, he should be here any minute. In the meantime, I suggest you pack.”
“Pack? Pack!” Dad looked like he wanted to throw Robotatouille out the window. “I’ll tell you what we are going to do.” Dad’s fists flew in the air as he headed for the doorway. “We are going to call the police and fix everything that way.” Dad pointed at me, his finger stabbing through the air. “Vienna is not going anywhere.”
“I can understand how difficult this must be for you, to have everything happen so fast. But I assure you, the police can’t help. It’ll only let the R.I.A. get a hold of Vienna faster.”
“And why should we believe you?” Dad spat, stopping.
“Because . . .” Robotatouille softened. “I could kill you now and take her if I wanted. Why else do you think I fought? You think I enjoy putting my life on the line? You think this is fun for me? If I wasn’t here, Vienna would have been gone. She would have been on her way.” Robotatouille scuffed at the dead robot. “With him. I’ve been placed here to help you, to help save your daughter.”
He just said the word “life.” His life. I doubled over on my sofa.
I was in a perverse nightmare and I couldn’t wake up. That was it. It had to be.
Dad covered his face. “How did this happen?”
“Someone important wants your daughter, and we’re here to make sure that doesn’t happen.”
Dad dropped next to me, onto my blue sofa, folding into himself. “And this unit of yours is supposed to protect her, right?”
Robotatouille’s jaw twitched. “The six of us in my unit are risking our lives to make sure she lives.”
“You’re a robot.” Dad threw up his hands. “You don’t have lives. I can’t believe I’m even having this kind of conversation—with you. And now I’m supposed to trust you, after you lied to us?” Dad stormed off to the kitchen.
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