“But Mom, she said that if we don’t follow her then we’ll have to face a post-apocalyptic nightmare-ish world where I’m fighting robots for survival.”
“It,” said Julie.
“What?”
“It’s a robot. It just looks like a she, but it’s an it,” Julie said in a stoic manner looking off into a random corner of the room, “and don’t you forget it.”
“But Mom,” Harry seemed to start most all of his sentences with those two words these days, “I sent her—sorry, it—from the future back to help us.”
“It’s still an Expungicator and can’t be trusted!”
“But Mom . . .”
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