threw at him the same sort of punch that had felled Janet, but missed by a considerable distance though at a similar range. This failure of spatial perception indicated that her further deterioration was occurring as he watched.
âWould you like to have sex?â
âSit down in that chair over there, Phyllis. Iâm going to pull your brain.â
âIâll kick your ass, Ellery.â
âWhat youâre doing now comes from the movies you undoubtedly watched in between the cooking shows. The characters are poor models for you, Phyl. Theyâre not real. Now sit down. You know this doesnât hurt.â It might be foolish to speak so to a machine, but the reassurance was mostly for himself.
He was seized from behind by someone with steel forearms and lifted off his feet, his toes impotently kicking air.
âKill Janet, Phyllis,â said his captor. âIâll throw Ellery off the terrace.â
âHallstrom?â Pierce asked, in a kind of scream. âWhatâs wrong with you? Let me go!â
âGet her, Phyl!â shouted Hallstrom. âSheâs coming to.â
Pierce was struggling, but though no weakling, in Hallstromâs grasp he was like a small, wriggling dog.
âNo,â Phyllis said. âLet Ellery go.â She wore an expression that Pierce had never seen before. It must have been something else she had learned that afternoon, perhaps from a soap opera: strong, resolute, yet understanding.
On the floor Janet lived up to Hallstromâs prediction and became fully conscious and, shortly thereafter, vocal. âStop that immediately, Tyler!â she ordered even as she was struggling to her feet. Hallstrom immediately withdrew his clamping arms from Pierceâs waist.
Rubbing the jaw where she had taken the blow, Janet took charge of the situation. âTyler, you go sit down on the bed.â Hallstrom proceeded hastily to do so, looking quite as gangly, balding, and harmless as he had at table. She turned to Pierce.
âAre you okay, Ellery?â
He was badly shaken up, though not physically damaged. âI am not sure.â He glared at Hallstrom, who seemed to be smiling. âHe talked about killing meâand also you! For Godâs sake, Janet.â
âI know, itâs over the line,â she said. âCrises happen. Youâll find out, but right now youâre new to the situation.â
At that moment Cliff and Ray dashed in together, Cliff asking, âWhatâs going on here, people?â
To which Ray added, âIs anyone hurt? Tyler?â
âIâm fine,â said he. âNever been better.â
âPhyllis?â
She displayed a sweet smile. âKiss my ass.â
Unfazed, Ray told Cliff, âItâs nice that nobody got hurt.â
Pierce addressed his guests. âI apologize. Sheâs having some problems. If youâll all adjourn to the living room, Iâll be there in a minute.â
âProbably just a faulty relay,â Janet told him. âIâve gone through that many times with Tyler. At first I used to panic, until I found that even in a malfunction I always have the upper hand. He talks of killing me, but itâs necessarily just talk. Heâs incapable of doing anything I havenât ordered him to do.â
Cliff wore a radiant grin for Pierceâs benefit. âYouâre new at the game, Ellery. Ray and I have been together for four years now, and he still can be a troublemaker, but Janetâs right: What can he do except what I tell him?â
Pierce stared at Phyllis, who stood at an angle from him that was exaggerated in the mirror above the dresser, so that in the glass she was apparently looking in the wrong direction, but he addressed Cliff and Janet. âYouâre saying that Ray and Hallstrom are animatronic figures too?â
While Cliff nodded sympathetically, Janet answered. âI could tell you didnât
Terry Pratchett, Stephen Baxter