Dusting

Arlo was dusting, like he did every day. Or, at least when Mira wasn’t trying to get his attention and Lavinia didn’t need help in the repair shop (when was the last time they were down there together?). Neither of them understood, but the repetitious movement was calming and helped ground him. And that was a great relief, while they were poking around with those old mecha skulls downstairs.

“I don’t like it either,” Lavinia told him, “but I’ve gotta know how ya’ll’re put together before I can even try fixing what’s happened to you.”

To be fair, he would prefer she knew what she was doing before attempting brain surgery on him. But using dismantled mechas like that was ghastly, and having them in the house made his skin crawl. He kept questioning whether Mira had obsessed over them too, demanding they were friends, but when they didn’t live up to her expectations…

He’d never been more focused on his dusting.

Arlo couldn’t remember how long he’d been at it that morning, but something felt odd as he stared up at the open bureau. It didn’t appear dusty. So why was he cleaning the shelves? He looked at his arm as it slid back and forth across the lowest shelf, but felt detached from it all. As if someone else was controlling his arm and he was only standing by to watch. That was new.

The feather duster was a cudgel wielded by his uncontrolled hand, knocking aside books, plates, bottles, and an Ë̶͎̺̼́̀̓̃̅̿͜͝͝R̵̢̖̮̩̣̾̂̎̍̄̐̄͝͝͠R̶̦̥̅̓̅̿͘͠Ǫ̴̳̀͂̀̅͛͌͝͠Ȓ̴͙̠̠͇͖̩̯͎̟̲̃̃̽̓̾ that rained down around him. He must have been shaking the bureau pretty hard. And yet, he didn’t care.

That was not right. A Mark III Domestic Services unit is designed to minimize Ȅ̷̡͙͋̌̋Ŗ̴̢̙̘̪͇̝̺͈͗̾͋̊́̈́R̷̨̛̺͔͍̫͙̦̲̠͋̇̓̈́̍͝Ǒ̷̗̟̰̣͉̯R̶̛̛̳̓̌̀̍

No. No, he wasn’t a Mark III Domestic Services unit—he’s Arlo. His fingers finally released the duster and he saw himself turn around. A jolt through his body told him he took a step, then something hard and solid met his face. Since when was there a wall in Ms. ̲̘̟̣̺͓͙̺͇Ė̷̜͕̤̲̝̲̣͒̎͠ͅR̵̙̯̘̟͇̯̊̄ͅŖ̸̗̖̲̗̞͈̀Õ̵͚̒̎̉̈́͑̓͒̏̌̕̚͘R̸̡̨̛̜̳͔̲̠̜̦̱͇̻̹̋́̄͜͠͝ living room?

Oh. He was on the floor. That made more sense.

Only his eyes moved around, while the rest of his body seemed keen on remaining where it was. The underside of the nearby couch and chairs were atrocious, an undergrowth of dust despite his attempts to mop regularly. There’s only so much he can do when Lavinia has such poofy hair.

It felt like he’d been on the floor for hours, but there was no way to be certain. Such a thing should have alarmed him—everything that day should have. And yet… it was as if all sensations were numb. He must really be broken if that was something like that didn’t terrify him. Perhaps it was a safety feature, som̵̥̋e̶͖̣̮̊̂ ̵̧̗̼̀͆s̷̠̪̣͗̓͐ő̴̾ͅr̴̮̥͊̏t̶̗̞͊ ̵̛͇̥̲o̵̪͇̎̇͐f̶̫̩̫̉̈́ ̸͍͎̎m̴͉̻̋͂ȩ̴̟̞͛̑͠ȑ̵̢̺̥͗̃c̵̛͕̀͜͜͝ý̴̡̈́̓ ̵̮̄ͅ made him feel as though he were watching this total breakdown occur to someone else.

A shadow fell over him, and Arlo found himself flipping over. At first, he thought he was finally gaining control of his body again. Then he saw Lavinia’s terrified face over him as she shouted from far away.

“?em raeh uoy nac ,olrA !olrA,” or so it sounded. There must be something wrong with her, too.

Mira appeared on his opposite side, though he couldn’t make out what she said. From the moment she opened her mouth, dust and rubble spilled out of her and Lavinia both. It buried him like it did so many years before, until finally he was lost in a darkness like

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̵̛̠͈̪͖̔́̂̎̉͆͊̆̿̾̀̈́͒̈́̌͆͛͗̂̌͌̈́̓͗̓͂̌̚̕̚͘͝͝ģ̴̛̛̹̯͉͕̦̑̓̈́̍̈́̇́̒͆͒̅̅̂̄͌̔͑͌̐̋͊̎͑̈́̂̎̈́͆́̂́̄͛̎͑̚͝͠ ̸̹͍͖͚͇͔̥̣̘̠̰̺͎̀̀̋͋̓͌͑̏̅̐̍́͊͑̑̍̓͐̚͘͠͠͝ͅṁ̷̧̢̨̨̨̧̬̙͍̖̘͓̻̻̟̬̮̗̞̳̹̮̠͈̖͙̱̬͉̟͔̠̙̖͈̟̜͕̦͎̐͒̏̇͛̓͂̇̀̏̇̀̈́̄̍̐́̌͘͘̕͝ͅl̴̨̧̨̜͍̺̻̮͇͎̜̫̟͎̖̤̠̫͍̩̘̎́̂̈́̍̈́̄͌́̾̑̃̄̃͒̈̀̽̏̏̇̄́̓͘;̵̢̛͙̝͍̠̫̳̳̟̣̪͖͍̥̯̩͓̹̭̮͉͔̫̣̠͐̓̓̀̂͋͛̋̃̓͑̍͒̈̑̓̚v̷̨̢̧̛̛̪͙̰̯̜̝͙̺̬̬͕͎̱̮̠͕̙̱͉̙̫̠̤̹͒̇͒̓̅̾̀͜͠f̵̨̧͓̝͙̜͈͇̱͔̦̼͖̣̤͙̟͖̫̩̭̻̘̙̺͋̀̉͒͗̀̆͊̃̆͗̑͛̍͊͆̐̀̉̓͐̐̀̎̇̌̊̾̕̚̚̚̕͜͝͝͝͝,̵̡̢̢̨̧̛̬̠̯̳̺̘͕̝̙̬͇̞͈̯̮̰͖̺̝̠̺͈̮͙̥̟̝͔͎͇͓̄̔̀͆̓̌͊͑̔͒̈́̂̀̏̀̓̑̎͑̋́̄̎̈́͛̋͊̇̐̈̚͘͘̕͜͜͜͝͝͝͝͝͝͠ļ̸̛̈́͊͒͊̃̓̂̈́̏̂͐͋͌̋͐̀̈͌̎̏̿̽̈́̉̈́̊́͋͐̚͝͠f̷̛̟̳̩̻̳̱̖̝̲̊̈́̽̽̈̋̑͂̓͛̉a̶̧͛̌͂̑́̄̎͑̾́́͆̄̕̚̚͠f̴̡̩̜̹͉̜̃,̶̢̢̢̙̜̮̙̭͕̮͔͔̝͔̻̬̞͈͖̣̲̩̳̥̟̹̠̀͌͒̄̆̆̄̾̃͛̇̍̏̂́̀̏̓̐̉͌͑̈́́̓̚͘̚̚̕͝͠͝͠͠ļ̸̨̡̨̡̛̲̝̳̦̖̺̥̫̞̠͇̥̪̘̫͕̲͎̥̪͈̰̯̯͖̗̫͈̀̀̇̓̾̈́͋̆̀̑̂̈́͂̈́̑̂̂̓̍̇̒̀͒͑͑̐͊̉͌̄̄͊̉͗̒̚͘̚͜͝͠;̴̧̡̧̨̡̛̛̙͚̱͉͈̱̼̞͎̪̬͙̪͖̻̱̣̪̗͍̩̘̩̫̗͍̩̩̍̈́̃̋̓́̀͛͋͊̃̌̀̄̄̑̇̅̑̅͌̅̅̊͊͆͐̒̐̊̑̕̚̕̚͜͝͠͠d̴̨̢̛͈̣͉̖͎̺̼̅̾͐̔͑͗̉̂̿̑̏̐̒̾̊͆̽̒̊̄͗͐̐̎̂̕͜,̴̨̝͖̟̣̖̼̠͇͇̲̪͕̗̻̹̟̻̠͎̳͙̫̦̖̝͔̗̏̿͌͂̋͂́̂̊̐̂̅̇̽́̒̈́̓̈́̈͂̚̕ą̸̢̢͉͖̜̤͙̝͈̦̦͙̪̗̥̲̖̱̤̰̪̬̣͈̩͖͇̤̝̤̄̃̚̚͜ͅļ̸̛̛̖̫̤͓̰̯͍̦̜̟̮̦͔̺͕͓̩̊̾̾̔̍͊̉̂̋͂̓́̿̍͒̆̆͂͐̎̓̃͌̚͘̚͜͝͝͝;̷̢̦̟͕̺̮͎͍͉̺͚̬͂̓ͅv̸̢̢̡̧̡̹͉͈̫̫̖͉̥̟͎͔̟̮͖̟̜̰̖̱̜̖̻̰̝̲̣͔͚̘̯̤̣̎̍͛͒̑͐̎͒͘̚͝ͅr̸̜͔̆̓̎̇̾̄̌͒̇̎̇̊̌̐̉̒̔̃̽͑̓̾̔̓͗̎̈́͒̐̊̈́̏̀͂̔̑͘̚͝,̵̢̛͍͙͎̱̺̖̟̱̙̰̀̀̅̀̌̎͑̅̂̀̓͂͆̃͋̐̉̃͂͋̅̓̑͒̽͋̅͂̇̍̓͛͛̚͜͜͝͝͝v̷̢̧̨͔͎͚̩͚̱̯̳̠̱̲͔̺̖͍̥͓̗̖̝̬̮̩̬̠̜̱̥̖͍̬̣̩̉̇̈́̾̓̏͋͊̋͝͝,̷̢̞̤̰̭̙͓̯̣̦̻̝̪͖̲̲͇̙̫̅̆̍͑͒͐̐̃͑̍̃̀̈̾͑̇͐̓̎̎̈́̉̂̄̓̽̔̍̀̂̅̓̒̕͜͠͝͝͠͝͠ļ̷̢̢̛̛̪͕̺̻̹̭̱̺͎̙̲̣͇̭̝̮͈̯͎͖̗̮̘̳̗̳̖͇̗͖̼̞̭̭͉͍̺͑̀̈̋̔̏̇̈́̈́͊̂͂́̈́̾͒̎͑͘̚͘͜͝ͅ;̷̢̧̳̯̖̌͗͌͂̓̎̀̇̊̓̾̌̎̕b̷̡̧̧̺͍͕̲̦̝̰̟̲͇̞̻̬̙̩̲̰̫̪̯͓̟̮͔̣̭̲͖̼̯̻͕͚̲̝͈̳͋̃̓͑̉͊̒̿̾́͑͋͂́͌̽̇̾̒̓͛̈̔͘͘̕͝͠͠͝͝ͅͅa̴̡͍͖̟̤̺̼̻̼̠̥̘̬̹̦̬͔͚̒̈́̓̓̿͘͝ͅḙ̸̪̾́͐̄̌̊̾̕̚'̷̱̝̀̂͆̈̌͛̾̇̓̍͐̃̒̏͆̋͘̚͘͜͠.̵̢̢̢̛̲̲̯̰͉̞͖͚̯͖̮̟̪͖̳͙̰̗̫̘̮̦̠͕̜̥̠̭̠̣̣̖͍̖̟͓̬̗̔̌͂̀́́͜f̷̧̡̢̛̱̬͎̗̼͙̯̺͉̣̘̫̞̬̞̖̝͙̦̤͚̝͖̱̞̊̒͆̀͆̀̇̿̊̉͒͛̒̒̌̈͂͊̒̎͑̾̎̏̈́̆̍̀͒́͑̚͘̚͜͠͠b̶̨̢̢̢̧̡̡̹̲̱͎̜̗̙̹̣͎̪̳͔̻̞͖̙̻͇̝̯̝̦̩̓͑͜͜ͅa̶̧̧̧̢̛̼̳̭͉̣̰̝̼̦̰͔͗̽̎̎̅̂͌̅̀̑́͊̂̏̏̊͒̄̈̿̉̀̑̔͝'̷̨̟̖̖̳̟̲͎͔͇͍̲͍̩̮͖̃͛̋̾̏͛́͑̿̋͐̑̍̈͋͐̕͘̚,̵̡̢̛̥̳̰̯͓̳͙̭̫̩̥̬̘̯̳̺̱̟̣̦͖͉̺̟͚̯̬̲̹͇̰̬̼̙̖̀͂̀͊̍̅̍͑͊͗̿̔͆̂͌̈̈́̀̂̚̕͘͝͝ͅ;̴͔̮̭͇̰͕̀͗͑̅̇̍̃̈́͂̚͠͝͝͝f̸̳̣̭̙̠̪͇̾͒̕m̵̡̡̧̡̧̡̧̰̱̪̝̻̥̫͔̩̤̰̻̞͎̭̥͓̖͎̫̞̹͇͕̹̳̻̰̙͕̆͒̍̈́̓̒̀͂̆̆̿̊̂͊̽͌̄̀̐͆͒͊͂̏͘̚̚͝͝l̵̨̡̢̡̪̤̠̬̲͔͖͚̦̖͈̼͎͕̜͔͈͉̲̥̳͕̪̳͗͌͐̚͜a̸̹̥̼͎̱̣̹͕̜̤͑̓͒ȩ̶̢̢̢̢̧͙̤͈̦̥͉̤̱͍̹̪̺̝͖̮͙̦̹̭͍̘̪̠͙̥̱̮͙͉̗̯̮̘̘̮̏͑̉̿͆̔̓̉͋̐̏͆̊͂̉̕̕͘͜͝͝ŗ̴̨̨̧̡̙̝͈̤̱̖̥͓̱̰̗͔̥̪͔͇̻͚̠̩̺͓̄̉̓͒̈̽̀͌̚͜͝m̴̹̠̳̔̅̊̀͂̐̄́̐̋̒̂̍̑̒̋͌̋̄̿̍́͐̈͋̂̀̌̓̀͒̅͝͝g̶̨̟͉͖̤͍̘̯̩͉̯̠̙̪̞̍̈́̍͌̄̅̓͊̄͒̒̑̓́͂́͐̏͗̐̌̈̐͗͛́͘̚͜r̶̨̡̡̧̧̨̧̻͓͍̤̗̺̞̗̭̼̙̹͇̺̪̩͇̱̦̰̜͚͈̞̝̪̯̺̟̀̎̊̆̃͌̎̃̒̈́͒̓͌̐̊̿͐͒̀͒͋͂̓͊͐͛͌̔̃͘͘͝ͅm̴̢̢̛̥͎̬͍̝̯̬͙̫̯͚͙̗̺͔̼̜̌͆̾̈́̂̈́̉͐͂̀̔̿͋̉̈͐̋̑͗̍̓͂̑̓͗͋̄̌̋͌̈́̔̊̃̀̂͘͠͠͝͠ͅ4̶̡̻͉͎͇̟͈̬̫̬̖͉̭̺̹̜̠̖̲̰͕̣͓͉̦̪̲͈̗̟͚̟͇͓̮̱̿̽͛̄̑͗́̀̏̂̎̽̏̾̃͂͊ͅͅͅp̸̨̢̢͉̼̙̪͕̖͓̰̫̜̹̱̣͖͈̘̤̦̩̗̙̯̙̦̦̐̂̾̈̇̿̄́̓̽̎͊̀͋̈͗͌̒̂͊̈́̏̍̆̊́̈͑͜͝ͅͅm̵̢̰̱̱͚̺̝̞͎͉̯̰͔̦͇͎͓̮͙̩̰͇͈̖̰̟̙̮͎̽̎̑͑̊̀͑̆͝p̷̨̛̖̞͍̻̼͚̱̠̯͎̭̗̦̹̙̩͉̩̭͙̍̿̂͗̀̋̉̏͌̄͗̍̆̒̃͋̊́̽͒̉̔̈̒̄̏͂̈́̏̏̚͝͝ỗ̸̡̢͚̜͇͙̝̰̠̭̰̼̮̳͈̖̪̺̞͓͉̣̘͚̖͆̌̂̓̈̌̽̈́̈́̄͂͋̓̈̒͘̕̚̚͜͜͠͝͝ͅͅr̷̡̨̧̨̨̢̫̜̠͖̬̱̟̫̠͔͍͙̺̰̩̪̗͍͙͈̘̠͎͙̘̳̻̰͚̦̈̿̀̀̋͑͊̅̿͑͗̽̆̀̀̾̓̒̀͛̀͐͆̉̐̇͊̈́̐̀̅̎̚͜͜͝͝͝͝ͅͅẁ̷̡̧̰͓͇͉̦͈̥̤̳̞̝̱͈̜̼̘̜̙̻̩̥̻̞͙̟̞͓̦̮̮̺̱̌̈́̋́̀̎͛̇̋̇̃̿̔̿͊̓̽̑͋̀̓̓̔̓͗̔͘̕̚̚͜͠f̷̨̡̛̪̣̻̮͍̱̣̭̘̬̺͔͔͇̫̰̟̭̲̯͇͇̻̣̃͐̍̈̎́̿́͗͒̓̓̾̓̃͒̿͋͋̏̂̃͋͝ͅö̴̡̨̧̧̢̯̖̯̞̞̹̝̘͓̥͚̠̦̼̦̥̥̫̤̞̱͇͍̭̳̘̝̺́̌̓͒̈́͛̉̅̓̈͛͒̂̕̚͘̚̕ͅ[̶̢̨̢̛̛̞̠̱̲̰̼̰̰̜͚̙̝̪̟̲͚̼͓̺̭̜̰͕͔̜̥̞͕͑̃̎̃̍͆͋͐̋͑̒͋͛̌͐̏͊̃̑͋́͛́̔̔͛̑͛͗̂͘͘͜͜͜.̷̡̫̜̩̰̰̐͋̄̈̋͛͗̽̽͌͛̀͗̈̄̎̀̅̂̓̓͋̉̌́̎͑̚̚̚͠;̸̩̰̝͙̳͓̳͉̜̟͇̖̜̳̤̞͉͚̜̻̼̹͓̖̣̭̻̺̥̺̳̈́̀̀̿̂̈́̿̍̉͊͠ͅͅz̶̡̢̨̛͕̻̱̠̻̖̭̗̣̳̲͙̩͖̯͖͙̖̯̤̤̻̬͆̏͐́̒́̈́̈́̈́͒̕̕̕/̸̢̧̧̥͍̗̥͙̞̼̙̤͇̪̳̤͖̬͓̦̯̖͚̥̣̙̺͈̲̼̂̉̾̆̔̋̋͌̀̈́̃̿̎͑̈́̓̑́̀͛̉̍̾̏͋͑̔͂̒̚̚̕͘͜͝͠.̴̨̡͔̮̙͙̞̠̼̺̬̟̗̣̪̬̙̹̤̤̦̟̗̞̫̭̼̲͍͔̞̩̗͈͑͐̆̀͐́̉̎̒͐͛̋̿͒̚̚͜͝s̶̨̧̢̧̡̮̺̝̯͉̲̞̻̩̭͇̼̻̬͖̖̞̙̖̠̠͇̦̦͔͎̥̠͚͍͎̞͎̍͂͛̿̕͜͜͜͝,̵̧̨̛̛̥̤̗̯̙͔̜̟̙͇͙̯̗̥͈̪͖͎̮͈̟͕̘̱̤̠̫͕̤̘̯́̄̎̓̿̊̀͗̿̔́̄̀͆̃̔̋̀́͌̈́͋̓͘͜͝͝'̶̨̛̲̰̠̻̪͉̠̮͙̫̫̤́̆͂̈́̐͋̓͊̊̒̂͗͑͐̊́̄̂͛̆̊̓̈́̈̽̄̀͋̊͛̿̾̋̿̕̕͜͝͝͠͝͠;̷̧̧̢̨̨̧̛̭͉̠̱͉̻͉̺̖͎͎̠̱̦̞̲̰̹̦̞̹̪̰̃͐̅͂͗̆̎̈͒̾̆̃̑̒͂̌̏̀̃̿̽̾͒̾̒͊͆̀͆̄̎̄̾̂̚͘͘͘͝͝r̷̢̡̨̧̧̢̢̛̛̭̣̜͙͔͔̖͓͔͍̖̺͈͙̝͈̰̳͚̫̬̺̯̞͎͙̅͑̄̀̆́́͊̔͊̅̎͂̃̐͐̀̽́̓̓͌̄̍͐̑̈̐͗̕̚͜m̶̮͉̮̩͌̈́̍̾̾̄̀̒̅͒̾̀̀͂͐̕ķ̵̡̪̟̗̗͔͍͙́̓̈́̓̇͐̆̀̑͋̈͘̕͝͝m̷̱̻͕̪̘̐̀̐̐̀̋̔̒̽̊̋̓̕̕͜͜͠͠ͅĭ̵̢̢̡̞̞͙͉͍̥̩̰͍̰̺̱͙̤̖̦̞̘͈̭̤̹̰͖̜̜͇̩͌̑̊̚̕͜ͅ

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A Complication

“Sorry about this, but it’s for Arlo…” Lavinia muttered as she raised a hammer over one of the skulls.

“That’s not how you do it,” Mira said.

Lavinia looked at the girl in her spot sitting on her half-empty travel bag. As usual, Mira observed her with a particularly smug look.

“I’m not even gonna ask what you know about opening mecha skulls,” she said. “How would you suggest I do it?”

“Without the skin, it’s pretty easy.” Mira slid off the bag and went over to her, “There’s a release on the side of the skull, near where the jaw connects. Whatever that’s called.”

It took a few minutes of turning the skull around with Mira giving conflicting directions about where the release was, a pinhole almost covered up by a scrap of skin and hair still stuck to it. Once the initial round of gagging was over, Lavinia searched around for a paper clip or pencil.

“Never around when I actually need one,” she grumbled while sifting through papers and tools.

“Just let me do it.”

Mira pointed her index finger out and it split open. Two razor-thin spikes protruded out from the open cavity, and she stabbed one into the release, while Lavinia fought back another wave of nausea. The skull’s chin split like Mira’s finger and she pulled her probe out, releasing the skull plate. Lavinia slowly lifted the skull plate up, creaking along on long-rusted hinges, to reveal a cavity of dust and cobwebs around the inner mechanisms. Something akin to a strobe light occupied the center of the space, its glass casing opaque with dust. Around it, and the barrier of the skull, were dozens of darkened chips.

“This is what ya’ll look like inside?” Lavinia asked.

“Yeah, but not usually that gross,” Mae replied. She pointed at the central module. “That’s where our thoughts come from, then the chips around the side handle everything else. Short and long-term memories, emotions, social etiquette, restrictions against harming humans—that sorta thing.”

“Hm… It could be one of his memory chips that’s—”

Banging and crashing from upstairs interrupted Lavinia; it sounded like a tornado was tearing through her house, then the loudest thud of all followed. Lavinia jumped up—nearly tipping her worktable over in the process—and hurried upstairs with Mira’s tiny footsteps following behind her.

Upstairs, Arlo was face down on the floor, surrounded by what used to be her collection of curios. Lavinia bounded to him in a split second. At first she thought he’d slipped, even though he never had before, but he was mumbling incoherently. It wasn’t just an accident. She grabbed the boy by his shirt and flipped him over onto his back.

“Arlo!” she shouted as his unfocused eyes rolled back. “Arlo, can you hear me?”

“Move,” Mira said.

The girl dropped down on Arlo’s other side and jabbed her finger probe into the side of his head. His muttering and twitching ceased in an instant as he shut down—as if she’d really stabbed him in the head and killed him. If she hadn’t just seen the girl do the same trick with the practice skull, Lavinia would have been on her instantly. Instead, Arlo’s chin split down the middle and his faceplate opened.

“What was that?” Lavinia asked. Her hand was shaking and gripping Arlo’s shoulder. “Like he was having a seizure, but that shouldn’t be possible for a mecha…”

“Maybe not in the same sense as a human, but it was close enough.” Mira looked into his head and her eyes widened. “Oh no. No, no, this shouldn’t be happening…”

“What shouldn’t?”

Lavinia looked into his head too, something she hoped never to have to do. The central module was faintly glowing, and around the drives around the inner chamber were flickering weakly. His brain looked like it was about to fail, and not just because he was unconscious.

Then she noticed an empty slot. Near the bottom left side of his head, one of the chips was missing.

“Wait, wait, wait. What does this section do?” she asked.

“… What section?” Mira replied.

“The section with a chip missing.”

“I don’t see it.”

“No, you don’t, because the chip is missing.” Lavinia paused, then turned to the girl. Mira was almost pale. “What did you do? I asked you that before, and this time I better get an answer.”

“I didn’t think this would happen,” the girl said, backing away. “He—I—I just wanted to be his friend, finally, without anyone else getting in the way.”

“Tell me what you did!”

“I took it out! His memory chip! I showed him how to open his faceplate and it was there, waiting for me to…” Mira buried her face in her hands.

Lavinia took the girl’s arms and moved them away, bringing the girl’s tear-filled eyes up to her own.

“If you want to be his friend, then you’re gonna help me fix him.”

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A Favor

As light filled his eyes in the slow draw to consciousness, the first thing Arlo was aware of was the talking skull staring at him. He couldn’t make out exactly what it was saying, bits and pieces here about a factory and something about a trip. Mechas don’t dream—or at least, he never had—but that’s what it must have been. Until he realized the skull was only sitting on the table near him and it was Mira talking, near the edge of the room with Lavinia.

“Ms. Lavinia…?” he said, sitting up. He had some control over his body again, at least.

“Hey, hey, try not to move around too much,” Lavinia said as she hurried over to him. “How’re you feeling?”

“Not… great,” he said. “Did I break anything? I kept knocking everything out of the bureau, but I couldn’t stop—”

She brushed tears out of her eyes. “Heck, Arlo, I care about you a lot more than all that stuff. What happened to you?”

“I don’t know… It all came out of nowhere.” He shook his head, “I’m sorry if I scared you.”

“It wasn’t your fault.” Lavinia turned to Mira. “Wanna tell him whose fault it was?”

The girl was standing nearby, small and trembling as she twisted her bow in her hands. She looked as though she’d rather be anywhere else except right there in the garage workshop.

Arlo reached out to her. “Mira—”

She only flinched away. Fear flashed in her eyes as they met Arlo’s, but she couldn’t hold his gaze for long.

“I wanted to be his friend for so long, I couldn’t wait anymore…” she finally said. “But this wasn’t supposed to happen…”

“What wasn’t?” He frowned, “Please, just tell me.”

“I took out one of your memory drives, the one with Anne and—and the bird kid, and maybe some others. It’s why you couldn’t remember him… That’s all it was supposed to do, but something’s going wrong. Your whole mainframe is crashing.”

Arlo was stunned silent. He turned away from her; is that why he felt so strange after he opened his face plate? How could he have been so stupid? From the time she first showed up again in his room, he’d been wary of her. An instinct somewhere in his mind told him he couldn’t trust her, even if he didn’t know she hurt him already Back Before. So why did he still feel like crying?

Lavinia squeezed his shoulder. “We’re going to stop it.”

“How?”

“We have to go back to where we were made,” Mira said. “It’ll take at least eighteen days to get there on foot, and you’ll keep getting worse over time, but I can use their facilities to repair your mainframe. After that… I’ll leave. And never come back.”

“Good,” Arlo said, without looking at her.

A tiny sound escaped Mira, like the air being sucked in, or a sob. It wasn’t going to make him look at her. She hurried past him out of the garage, leaving only her crushed bow on the floor in her stead. Lavinia looked from the girl to Arlo.

“We’re gonna help you,” she said. “Whatever it takes.”

“I know…”

Lavinia stood up. “Now, I’m gonna see if I can’t make the trip a little easier.”

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“I’m impressed, Astus,” Michael said, “we won't be as late for the delivery as I thought we'd be. Next time we might even be early for a change.”

The massive white stag only snorted and continue on his way, hooves clacking against the road towards the Blackwell Market. Michael Wilson leaned back in the wagon’s box and took a glance around the rustling forest around him; it was always quiet and peaceful in that country. At least, until a woman burst out of the tree line and in front of his cart.

“Hey Mr. Wilson, wait!” she shouted.

He shrieked, until he realized who she was. “O-Oh, Ms. Lavinia… You nearly gave me a heart attack!”

“Sorry, sorry, I just—” Lavinia started, before Astus stopped and licked up the side of her face, making her shiver. “Hng… Hi, Astus.”

“What’s going on? Oh, and how’s your boy doing?”

“He’s… He’s not good,” she said. “He’s sick, and I have to get him to a hospital really far away before he—he—”

“Oh no, that’s awful!”

She nodded, shaking. “Please, Mr. Wilson, I need to borrow Astus and your cart. It might be the only way to get him there in time…”

Michael sat, a conflicted look plain across his face. Until Astus licked up the other side of her face, his ears flicking.

“Well, Astus seems to trust you,” he said. “And I’m sure you wouldn’t lie about your boy like that. The South-Central Caravan Corps. is at your service, let me discard my cargo at the Blackwell Market and the cart--and Astus--are all yours.”

“Thank you so much.” She took a moment to catch her breath. “I just ran like, three miles out here trying to find you…”

“Shift a few of those boxes over and I’ll give you a lift back to Blackwell’s.”

“Oh thank you…”