12 PAM VALOIS
When the door slammed behind Dan, Peter banged the paper on the table. “Damn! You can’t tell them anything at his age.”
The domestic-service android known as Kayten refilled two coffee cups. The unit was designed to look and act as a human and appeared to be in his late teens or early twenties with a slender athletic build. Peter had modeled Kayten using his son as a template and had been so successful that even his wife had mistaken Kayten for Dan when the android was clipping bushes in the backyard. To the few outsiders who glimpsed him, Kayten was a medium-height human who happened to like domestic work.
Pam, a fit, five-foot-two brunette, squinted at her husband. “Peter, Dan’s really changed. He doesn’t eat. He doesn’t tell us who he’s with, where he goes, or w
