It was midnight; time to find out what Chas was hiding and hopefully find out about the compassion command once and for all. Somehow, Noella was able to secure a police cruiser that would allow her to stay near the labs unnoticed. I did not even bother questioning her on…
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Lily met me in front of Noella’s the next morning, just as we agreed. “Come on up,” Noella said, inviting us in, but Lily looked hesitant. “You can trust me Lily…I promise that Noella will be able to help you.” “It is not that…” Lily paused before…
I arrived home after questioning Lily and was surprised to see Chas home waiting up for me. After his angry outburst over my questioning about the compassion command, we had been working very hard at avoiding one another. “There you are! I have been waiting for you! It looks like…
Although I was receiving so many mourning responses over Frida’s death, I knew that the best way to get to the bottom of all the going-ons in Lunar Lakes was to continue with my investigation. I approached Lily and Martin’s home, knowing that this would be my toughest…
After my visit with Priscilla, I headed home because I knew that Lily would not be home from the labs and I could not waltz into her lab with my accusations. Not with the other scientists listening in. Chas had finally replaced our TV and I decided to try…
I found Priscilla right where I thought I would; standing near the headstone of her bot mate Aron. This of course being the first burial of its kind for a bot. In the past, bots that were destroyed were turned into scrap metal. But, somehow that fate did not seem…
Although my visit with the humans was insightful, it did nothing to bring me any closer to finding President Aron’s killer. I realized that as I walked into his office, my new office, the next morning. As I walked toward the desk, I recalled the way President Aron was sitting…
After leaving City Hall, it was time to visit the humans. To avoid being questioned by my limo driver, I hopped on a bike that I had recently purchased and started up the hill; hoping that no one saw me. Riding the bike allowed me time to process what I…