She gave me a piercing, angry stare then that scared me. Her eyes seemed to say, Where did my sweet little daughter go? And who is this hard-hearted robot?
I looked at the dead Goebbels. The moment seemed to call for a bit of ceremony, a gesture of some sort. So I stiffened my limbs and held my hands flat and straight, like a mime. With an expressionless face I jerked my hands over the gerbils little body and squeaked, Ee er oo. Ee er ee. Eh-eh.
Mom lifted her head. Oh my God, she said. What are you doing?
Im giving the gerbil a final benediction, I said. In Robot.
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