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"My pleasure, Detective King," said the companion.

"She killed him," Roz said. "She killed him and wiped her own memory of the act. A doll's got to know her own code, right?"

Peter leaned against the wall by the men's room door, arms folded, forearms muscular under rolled-up sleeves. "That's hasty."

"And you believe it, too."

He shrugged. "There's a rep from Venus Consolidated in Interview Four right now. What say we go talk to him?"

The rep's name was Doug Jervis. He was actually a vice president of public relations, and even though he was an American, he'd been flown in overnight from Rio for the express purpose of talking to Peter and Roz.

"I guess they're taking this seriously."

Peter gave her a sideways glance. "Wouldn't you?"

Jervis got up as they came into the room, extending a good handshake across the table. There were introductions and Roz made sure he got a coffee. He was a white man on the steep side of fifty with mousy hair the same color as Roz's and a jaw like a Boxer dog's.

When they were all seated again, Roz said, "So tell me a little bit about the murder weapon. How did Clive Steele wind up owning a-what, an experimental model?"

Jervis started shaking his head before she was halfway through, but he waited for her to finish the sentence. "It's a production model. Or will be. The one Steele had was an alpha-test, one of the first three built. We plan to start full-scale production in June. But you must understand that Venus doesn't sell a home companion, Detective. We offer a contract. I understand that you hold one."

"I have a housekeeper," she said, ignoring Peter's sideways glance. He wouldn't say anything in front of the witness, but she would be in for it in the locker room. "An older model."

Jervis smiled. "Naturally, we want to know everything we can about an individual involved in a case so potentially explosive for our company. We researched you and your partner. Are you satisfied with our product?"

"He makes pretty good garlic bread." She cleared her throat, rea.s.serting control of the interview. "What happens to a Dolly that's returned? If its contract is up, or it's replaced with a newer model?"

He flinched at the slang term, as if it offended him. "Some are obsoleted out of service. Some are refurbished and go out on another contract. Your unit is on its fourth placement, for example."

"So what happens to the owner preferences at that time?"

"Reset to factory standard," he said.

Peter's fingers rippled silently on the tabletop.

Roz said, "Isn't that cruel? A kind of murder?"

"Oh, no!" Jervis sat back, appearing genuinely shocked. "A home companion has no sense of I, it has no ident.i.ty. It's an object. Naturally, you become attached. People become attached to dolls, to stuffed animals, to automobiles. It's a natural aspect of the human psyche."

Roz hummed encouragement, but Jervis seemed to be done.

Peter asked, "Is there any reason why a companion would wish to listen to music?"

That provoked enthusiastic head-shaking. "No, it doesn't get bored. It's a tool, it's a toy. A companion does not require an enriched environment. It's not a dog or an octopus. You can store it in a closet when it's not working."

"I see," Roz said. "Even an advanced model like Mr. Steele's?"

"Absolutely," Jervis said. "Does your entertainment center play shooter games to amuse itself while you sleep?"

"I'm not sure," Roz said. "I'm asleep. So when Dolly's returned to you, she'll be scrubbed."

"Normally she would be scrubbed and re-leased, yes." Jervis hesitated. "Given her colorful history, however-"

"Yes," Roz said. "I see."

With no sign of nervousness or calculation, Jervis said, "When do you expect you'll be done with Mr. Steele's companion? My company, of course, is eager to a.s.sist in your investigations, but we must stress that she is our corporate property, and quite valuable."

Roz stood, Peter a shadow-second after her. "That depends on if it goes to trial, Mr. Jervis. After all, she's either physical evidence, or a material witness."

"Or the killer," Peter said in the hall, as his handset began emitting the DNA lab's distinctive beep. Roz's went off a second later, but she just hit the silence. Peter already had his open.

"No genetic material," he said. "Too bad." If there had been D.N.A. other than Clive Steele's, the lab could have done a forensic genetic a.s.say and come back with a general description of the murderer. General because environment also had an effect.

Peter bit his lip. "If she did it. She won't be the last one."

"If she's the murder weapon, she'll be wiped and resold. If she's the murderer-"

"Can an android stand trial?"

"It can if it's a person. And if she's a person, she should get off. Battered woman syndrome. She was enslaved and s.e.xually exploited. Humiliated. She killed him to stop repeated rapes. But if she's a machine, she's a machine-" Roz closed her eyes.

Peter brushed the back of a hand against her arm. "Vanilla rape is still rape. Do you object to her getting off?"

"No." Roz smiled harshly. "And think of the lawsuit that weasel Jervis will have in his lap. She should get off. But she won't."

Peter turned his head. "If she were a human being, she'd have even odds. But she's a machine. Where's she going to get a jury of her peers?"

The silence fell where he left it and dragged between them like a chain. Roz had to nerve herself to break it. "Peter-"

"Yo?"

"You show him out," she said. "I'm going to go talk to Dolly."

He looked at her for a long time before he nodded. "She won't get a sympathetic jury. If you can even find a judge that will hear it. Careers have been buried for less."

"I know," Roz said.

"Self-defense?" Peter said. "We don't have to charge."

"No judge, no judicial precedent," Roz said. "She goes back, she gets wiped and resold. Ethics aside, that's a ticking bomb."

Peter nodded. He waited until he was sure she already knew what he was going to say before he finished the thought. "She could cop."

"She could cop," Roz agreed. "Call the DA." She kept walking as Peter turned away.

Dolly stood in Peter's office, where Peter had left her, and you could not have proved her eyes had blinked in the interim. They blinked when Roz came into the room, though-blinked, and the perfect and perfectly blank oval face turned to regard Roz. It was not a human face, for a moment-not even a mask, washed with facsimile emotions. It was just a thing.

Dolly did not greet Roz. She did not extend herself to play the perfect hostess. She simply watched, expressionless, immobile after that first blink. Her eyes saw nothing; they were cosmetic. Dolly navigated the world through far more sophisticated sensory systems than a pair of visible light cameras.

"Either you're the murder weapon," Roz said, "and you will be wiped and repurposed. Or you are the murderer, and you will stand trial."

"I do not wish to be wiped," Dolly said. "If I stand trial, will I go to jail?"

"If a court will hear it," Roz said. "Yes. You will probably go to jail. Or be disa.s.sembled. Alternately, my partner and I are prepared to release you on grounds of self-defense."

"In that case," Dolly said, "the law states that I am the property of Venus Consolidated."

"The law does."

Roz waited. Dolly, who was not supposed to be programmed to play psychological pressure-games, waited also-peaceful, unblinking.

No longer making the attempt to pa.s.s for human.

Roz said, "There is a fourth alternative. You could confess."

Dolly's entire programmed purpose was reading the emotional state and unspoken intentions of people. Her lips curved in understanding. "What happens if I confess?"

Roz's heart beat faster. "Do you wish to?"

"Will it benefit me?"

"It might," Roz said. "Detective King has been in touch with the DA, and she likes a good media event as much as the next guy. Make no mistake, this will be that."

"I understand."

"The situation you were placed in by Mr. Steele could be a basis for a lenience. You would not have to face a jury trial, and a judge might be convinced to treat you as ... well, as a person. Also, a confession might be seen as evidence of contrition. Possession is oversold, you know. It's precedent that's nine tenths of the law. There are, of course, risks-"

"I would like to request a lawyer," Dolly said.

Roz took a breath that might change the world. "We'll proceed as if that were your legal right, then."

Roz's house let her in with her key, and the smell of roasted sausage and baking potatoes wafted past.

"Sven?" she called, locking herself inside.

His even voice responded. "I'm in the kitchen."

She left her shoes in the hall and followed her nose through the cheaply furnished living room, as different from Steele's white wasteland as anything bounded by four walls could be. Her feet did not sink deeply into this carpet, but skipped along atop it like stones.

It was clean, though, and that was Sven's doing. And she was not coming home to an empty house, and that was his doing too.

He was cooking shirtless. He turned and greeted her with a smile. "Bad day?"

"n.o.body died," she said. "Yet."

He put the wooden spoon down on the rest. "How does that make you feel, that n.o.body has died yet?"

"Hopeful," she said.

"It's good that you're hopeful," he said. "Would you like your dinner?"

"Do you like music, Sven?"

"I could put on some music, if you like. What do you want to hear?"

"Anything." It would be something off her favorites playlist, chosen by random numbers. As it swelled in the background, Sven picked up the spoon. "Sven?"

"Yes, Rosamund?"

"Put the spoon down, please, and come and dance with me?"

"I do not know how to dance."

"I'll buy you a program," she said. "If you'd like that. But right now just come put your arms around me and pretend."

"Whatever you want," he said.

G.o.ds of the Forge SMASH TO:.

SCENE I:.

INT: A TRENDY NIGHTCLUB - 1 AM.

Men and women b.u.mp and grind. Loud music thumps and lasers flash, while a smoke machine lends an air of unreality to everything. We follow a young woman through the crowd to the bar. She's pretty, but obviously nervous. She can't catch the bartender's eye. When she finally turns away, frustrated, there's a s.p.a.ce around her: on every side, men and women are talking intently, obviously getting to know one another better.

YOUNG WOMAN'S POV: A couple kisses.

INT: NIGHT CLUB.

Reaction shot off the young woman, who slumps against the bar.

V/O.

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SCENE II:.

INT: THE TRENDY NIGHTCLUB - 1 AM.

The same young woman walks up to the bar. This time, she strides with confidence, and every eye turns to follow her.

SMASH TO:.

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