Nina heard her cries and ran to her aid. “Are you okay, Miss Becky?”
“Yes, Nina. I recalled the tragedy again. It was frightful. My life lost in hell if the robot hadn’t grabbed and pulled me from the flames.”
“Do you remember the name of the robot?”
“No, he was kind and bandaged my arm with an icy liquid salve that cooled the burn. I remember the firefighters taking me to the ambulance before I passed out. I had stayed in the hospital for several days before I flew back to the states.”
“Becky, do you recall your abduction?”
“Oh, course, Nina. I never mentioned—. How do you have this secret information?”
“Miss Becky, I learn everything divine Master programs me to understand. I’m sorry if I scared you. It was not my intention. Be discreet in your travels and statistics collected on the grid. You’re under surveillance, not by me but by an anonymous entity. Your episode on the spacecraft, not a mistake. Promise me you’ll take extra precaution when you travel.”
“Nina, I will be careful. But you’re scaring me. What’s coming in the future that will prevent the success of my projects? Is death on your radar for me?”
“I have no data in my database to finish your inquiry.”
Becky stopped chatting with Nina. Her heart throbbed so hard against her rib cage she was dizzy. A whiff of brisk air moved between them as they talked. A hand touched her face; sudden shivers showed in her frame from panic. The dreaded cackle resounded as the life force faded from the room.
“Nina, don’t say a word.”
“Okay, Becky. I’ll continue to monitor your home.”
Becky rushed to her bedroom, stumbled into bed, allowed the light to stay on for the rest of the night.
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