Then I went back, staring at Eve’s dead body. She was gone, my mate. I was alive. Why did it have to turn out this way, I groaned mentally. Why had it not ended for me too? There might not be a Heaven for robots. But there was a Hell—earth.
It had begun to rain. I knelt motionless beside Eve’s broken form. There would have to be a funeral, burial, all that. Kay and Jack Hall found me that way when they arrived. Police were with them.
“Adam!” Jack yelled. “Hillory is dead. We saw him plunge over the cliff. Your troubles are over.”
“Over?” I echoed hollowly, staring at Eve. “Yes, it’s over—for Eve.”
I started. I heard a moan. A raspy, metallic sound. It came from Eve’s microphonic throat.
“You poor fool,” Jack said witheringly. “Did you think she was dead? Haven’t you heard of someone b
