Epilogue
Woody looked at Pete’s back and applied cream. When the Teflon began to bubble, he panicked and tried a wet wipe.
Pete winced.
“You get used to it,” muttered Woody.
Pete sneezed; he wasn’t sure if he wanted to get used to it.
“Let me,” said H2. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out Verruca’s all-purpose lubricant. Pete’s back bounced back into shape.
Woody’s Nokia beeped. He pulled it out. “DBO? Who is DBO?”
H2 couldn’t get to the phone quick enough. “DBO, you sure?” she said with a snatch.
H2 read DBO’s message. “‘I have made contact with the other 33 robots.’”
Pete pulled a face. “Those show-offs?”
“‘Working on connections. Soon we can talk,’” read H2. She looked up. “They said the lady in the box is worth keeping an eye on.”
“What would they know?” said Pete.
“They
