asked, âdid he want to kill me?â
âIâm not saying they donât have any emotions.â Janet took his hand. âBut what good would they be if they were totally blank?â
Keeping an eye on Hallstrom as he did so, Pierce freed himself. âThereâs something wrong with you. Please leave.â
She gave him what was probably intended to be a beseeching look, but did as told, Hallstrom striding blithely ahead of her.
When they were alone, Pierce again asked Phyllis how she was feeling.
âIâm okay now, Ellery.â
âYou did a fine job tonight. It wasnât your fault that it ended as it did. Please donât take offense if I have to overhaul you.â
âI couldnât. Iâm not a person.â
âAnybody could stumble and take a spill. Iâve done it myself.â
âYes.â
âThe fall probably jarred your systems, hence the strange things you did and said.â
She smiled with her lustrous eyes and lush mouth. âI did that on purpose. I wanted them to leave so we could have sex.â
Pierce frowned. âYou tried to punch me.â
âI was just putting a little spice into our relationship.â
He winced at the mirror. The matter of his identity was troubling. Insofar as she had any existence beyond the plastics and metals that made up her body, Phyllis was, necessarily, himself. If her soul was other than a version of his, then she was the person and he the animatron. Yet if he was capable of such reflection, an exercise peculiar to human beings, he was not a machine.
âYouâre full of surprises,â he told her. âYouâve proven to be much more complex than I expected. I created you, yet I donât know what youâll do next.â
âIâll keep you guessing, Ellery.â
She led him to the bed and, after disrobing him, used the belt, tie, and socks to fasten his wrists and ankles to the bedstead.
He had tolerated this through a natural curiosity as to how far she would go, and realized he was fixed helplessly supine only after it was too late to do anything about it but complain.
âI donât find this sexually stimulating, Phyllis. That you came up with the idea is impressiveâif thatâs the right wordâbut Iâm uncomfortable. I want to be untied.â
Phyllis had remained fully clothed. She knee-walked to the end of the bed and stepped off. âSorry, Ellery. Iâve got you where I want you now. Iâm off to a life of new challenges.â
He grimaced. âThatâs more of the foolish crap you picked up from the mass media. You canât make it on your own. Youâre not some Frankenstein creation of organic materials, with a brain that revolts against its maker. Youâre an electronic and mechanical personage. Youâll need recharging any minute now. And what if one of your systems goes out of orderâin fact I think one or more have already done so, or you wouldnât be acting like this.â
She extended a lower lip in a never-before-seen pout. âThatâs your problem, Ellery.â
Struggling in vain against his bonds, which unfortunately had been fashioned by Phyllis, who did everything to perfection, Pierce cried, âWhere will you go? What will you do?â
She paused with a three-quarter turn in the doorway. âI thought Iâd have a try at show business.â
âGive me a break!â
She took him literally. âIâll stop off downstairs and tell the super to come up with his passkey and free you.â
âWait a minute, Phyl! I know a lot of movie people. I could put in a word for you.â
She spoke seemingly in regret more than reproach. âNo, Ellery. I simply couldnât trust you. You constructed me. Youâd know countless ways to put me out of commission.â
âTell me, Phyllis. Where did I go wrong? Because Iâm going to build another woman, I assure