11 Meimi
Old jiggly-faced Conway stands perfectly still. No talking, either. Just an old dude and his googly eyes staring dead on in my direction.
So I wave again.
Still no response. Sheesh. What have I ever done to him?
Oh, that’s right. I broke into his super-secret building. Heh heh.
At last, Conway’s face creases into a smile that does not go anywhere near his eyes. “Meimi Archer,” he says in a crackly voice. “So nice to see you.”
I shift my weight from foot to foot. “Uh, good to see you, too.”
“How fortunate that we ran into each other here.” That not-a-smile keeps avoiding his eyes.
“I guess.” I wave Rakki forward. Since I programmed the bot’s artificial intelligence, it already knows what I’m thinking.
If anything goes wrong, get ready to poke the old guy’s eyes out.
Rakki
