“I was going to show you guys next week,” said Astrid, leading the others to where Toby was standing beside the crate. “I guess you can go ahead and take a look now.”
Reaching up, she flipped open a latch and opened the side of the crate. Inside, packed with straw, was a metallic girl. She had bright silver skin, but was otherwise quite human looking. Her hair was the same metallic material as the rest of her, a solid hair-shaped mass rather than individual fibers, but she was wearing regular clothing. She had on a pink jacket over a blue t-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.
“Oh my gosh!” squealed Valerie. “She looks like me!”
“Yes, she does,” agreed Denise.
“That’s because I patterned her after you,” said Astrid. “She’s a Robot Girl 7.”
“What’s she… I mean it, for?” asked Austin.
“Well, who wouldn’t want a robot?” wondered Astrid. “She could be anything: friend, babysitter, maid.”
“Why did you make her look like me?” asked Valerie.
“She’s just a prototype. I thought you would be a good model for her.” Astrid stepped over to a table and pulled back a sheet. “What we’re going to do is hook you up to her and we’ll copy all the information from your brain into the robot. It will be much faster than trying to program it with a computer.”
“I don’t know…” Valerie took a step back.
“It’s perfectly safe,” Astrid assured her.
“What if it sends my brain into her body? What if I wake up and you’ve turned me into a robot?”
“That can’t happen,” said Astrid.