"David," Monica whispered.
Martin leaned forward. "What?"
Monica's old lips parted. "David. I want to see him," she whispered.
David appeared at Martin's elbow. Martin, now 41, glared down at David. David had never aged except in his wisdom. He still had those brilliant blue eyes and ordinary face. But his expression was different than it had been when they first got him.
He knelt down next to the bed and rested his head on Monica's belly. "Yes, Mummy?"
Monica smiled at him, tiny wrinkles at the corners of her eyes fanning out. "David," she whispered, and stroked his cheek with her papery hand. A tiny tear slipped from her eye and she hurriedly wiped it away.
"Mummy? What's wrong?" he asked.
Monica stared at his face, his mechanical face that was so real and saw the devotion in his expression. What was going to happen when she died?
"I have to go now, David," she said, staring out the window.
"Go? Can I come with you?"
Monica took a deep breath. "No David. I'm saying good-bye.. to you."
Dismay flickered across his face. "Good-bye?! Why?! Where are you going?!?" he cried.
"Mom," Martin cut in. "Tell him. He's not like that anymore."
Monica rubbed her right eye in memory of what Martin had dared David to do when he had come home. She sighed.
"Mummy?" David asked from her lap.
"I'm. dying David. I'm not going to live. much longer."
David's face changed. He was suddenly close to tears, but no tears came. No tears would ever come because he was not purely human. "Mummy. No," he whispered.
"Yes, David. It's time. Henry died a year ago and now it's my turn."
"Henry shook me," he whispered. "I love you, Mummy."
Monica shuddered inwardly.
David lifted his head and stared into her eyes. "Good-bye, Mummy."
Breath was coming in short gasps. All of her muscles stopped working. The only strength she had left was to smile at David. "I loved you too, David." Then her eyes closed and her last breath sighed out of her body.
"Mummy?" David whispered. No reply. "Mummy?"
"She's dead, David. She's dead," Martin said.
"No she's not! Mummy! Mummy!" he wailed. Martin tried to pull him off of Monica but David clutched her hand. "" I'm sorry I wasn't real for you. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please wake up. Please Mummy!"
No matter how much David cried for her, she never did and never would open her eyes again.

David and Teddy stood on the lawn, gazing at the house. Teddy looked up at him. "My mind is falling out again," David whispered.
"Where are we going now?" Teddy asked, looking back at the house. Martin was standing at the window, but he turned away when he saw Teddy looking at him.
"I don't know," David whispered.
The image of the mascot of Cybertronics flashed through his mechanical mind. "Yes. I know." He looked down at Teddy. "Cybertronics."
Teddy's furry face gasped. "They'll break you, David."
David looked at the window where Martin had been standing and back. "I know."