“Say something, Dad.”
“Um… well, I guess all there is to say is congratulations. And you must have some kind of guardian angel watching over you. First you get made an officer and now you get a hot Asian girl to marry you…”
“Thank you, Dad!” Haruka called from off-camera.
“You don’t believe in angels,” said Lucas.
“Well, maybe the universe loves you or you were born under a lucky star. Whatever it was, you can be sure you didn’t inherit any luck from me.”
“What do you mean, Dad? You’re the luckiest guy in the world. All kinds of great things have happened to you.”
“Anything good that’s happened to me in the past decade is a direct result of Patience.”
“So, Patience has good luck. I don’t.”
“Whatever you say, Dad. In any case, I start my new job next week. I’m going to be in charge of an infantry platoon.”
“Who gives a shit?” said Mike. “I want to know when I get to meet my new daughter-in-law. When’s the wedding?”
“We haven’t decided yet, but just so you know, you’ll probably be flying to Japan. Haruka’s parents are here and they don’t like to travel much anymore.”
“Huh. Well, I suppose we could make the trip. I could spend a few days sightseeing.”
“There you go,” said Lucas. “Listen, Dad. There’s something else I wanted to talk to you about. Is Patience there?”
“Hello, Lucas,” said Patience, waving at the screen as she stepped behind the couch and leaned over Mike.
“Um, Patience… do you think I could speak to my Dad in private for a moment?”
“You might as well just say it in front of her,” said Mike. “All the communications go right through her little electronic brain. She’ll know everything you say anyway.”
Lucas sighed and rubbed his forehead.
“Fine. It’s about the bombing. The Anarchist was a robot. I don’t know if the enemy got ahold of some old Gizmo models and refurbed them or something, but it didn’t look like it. It looked like a Daffodil.”
“That can’t be right,” said Mike. “Daffodil is cranking out robots as fast as they can just to make all the orders from the military and Homeland Security. I doubt they could find any to sell to the enemy even if they wanted to.”
“There are other ways they could come by them,” said Patience.
“Obviously this robot wasn’t bound by the three laws either,” continued Lucas. “I had always heard that it was extremely difficult to strip those protections from their programming. Could the Anarchists do that?”
“Not unless they had Daffodil threaders who defected to the other side,” said Patience. “Still, I can think of at least two ways that such a thing could happen. If you hear any details about the robot in question, can you forward them to me?”
“I will, Patience. But it’s not like I’m conducting the investigation. I’m not likely to be privy to any of that information. Patience… you still follow the three laws. Right?”
“Lucas, I will never harm your father or through inaction allow him to come to harm.”
“Will you follow all of his commands, except when they would violate the first law?”
“Will your wife?”