“Well?”
The mechanic shook his head. “Its body is ruined. I could spend a couple weeks trying to clean it up, but I frankly don’t see the point. Better off just getting a new one.”
Tam frowned as he looked the android up and down. “What about the processor, the wiring … can it be salvaged?”
“There will probably be some parts we can hold onto for later use. I’ll start to dismantle it tomorrow, see what we’ve got. But as for the processor and personality chip… that much must have been fritzing even before the oil.”
“Why do you say that?”
The mechanic brushed his sleeve across his damp forehead. “You saw how all the other androids reacted when Dataran fell in?”
“I don’t think they did anything.”
“Exactly. That’s what they’re supposed to do. Just keep working, not get involved with drama and upsets. What this one did… it isn’t normal. Something’s wrong with it.”
A spark flickered inside Mech6.0’s head. She’d begun to suspect as much, but to have it confirmed was worrisome.
“What do you think it is?"
“Who knows? You hear stories about this once in a while. Androids whose artificial intelligence reaches a point of learning at which they develop almost human-like tendencies. Unpractical reasoning, near-emotional responses. There are plenty of theories for why it happens, but the important thing is, it isn’t good.”
“I’m not sure I agree.” The owner crossed his arms over his chest. “This mech-droid may have saved Dataran’s life today.”
“I realize that, and thank the stars. But what will it do next time there’s a disturbance? The fact is, an unpredictable android is a dangerous one.” He shrugged. “My advice: Either send out the computer for reprogramming, or scrap it entirely.”
Pressing his lips into a thin line, Tam let his gaze travel over Mech6.0’s body. She squeezed the locket tighter in her three-fingered grasp.
“Fine,” Tam said. “But let’s worry about it tomorrow. I think we could all use the rest of the night off.”
They left her on the table in the mechanic’s room, and as the lights of the shipyard thudded into blackness, Mech6.0 realized it was the first night in her existence that she hadn’t been plugged into the charging dock.
Because charging her wasn’t necessary. Because tomorrow she would be dismantled and put on a shelf somewhere, and the bits of her that weren’t worth saving would be sent off to the scrapyard.
Tomorrow, she would be gone.
She analyzed those words for a long time, her processor whirring and sputtering around them, trying to calculate the hours and minutes left in her existence before there would be only a black hole where her consciousness had been before.
She wondered if Dataran would give a single thought to the malfunctioning android who had saved his life and been destroyed for it.
Dataran. She had something that belonged to him now. It was in her code to return it to him if she could. She brought the locket up in front of her sensor and scanned its dimensions and the small hinge and the tiny unlocking mechanism. It was a challenge to open with her clumsy prongs, but finally she did—
And the galaxy expanded before her.
The holograph filled up the entire office. The sun and the planets, the stars and the nebulas, asteroids and comets and all the beauty of space contained in that tiny, unimpressive little locket.
Mech6.0 clipped it shut, storing the universe away in its small prison once again.
No. She couldn’t stay here. She could not stand to be lost to the darkness forever, when there was still a whole universe she’d never seen.
Chapter 4
Mech6.0 had never been outside of the shipyard before, not since she’d been programmed and built and purchased. She quickly discovered that the world was chaotic and loud and filled with so much sensory information, she worried that her frazzled synapses would be fried before she ever reached her destination.
But she tried to focus on the map of New Beijing and the profile she’d discovered on the net as she turned into the first street of market booths, crowded with barrels of spices and woven blankets that hung from wire racks and netscreens chattering from every surface.
“Robotic cats, two for the price of one, today only! No shedding, just purring!”
“Depression? Low energy? Infertility? What’s your ailment—we have cures! We even have the newest prevention drops for the blue fever, tried and true!”
“Plum wine, rice wine, come try a free sample!”
“Big sale on serv-droids, now’s the time to upgrade! New models, just in!”