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wasn't appraising your
furniture cost wise. The robots were programmed to compliment the
owners when they could,” Amy explained. “Anything else?”
    “Yes, I've been keeping notes in
the journal you gave me. You know the personality the robot had
yesterday like a teenager? I said she needed to be
reprogrammed.”
    “Yes. What about it?” Amy asked
guardedly.
    “This morning I woke up to an
entirely different robot. She'd changed to an elderly woman that
could pass for someone's grandma. Can the lab techs change the
computer works in a robot from miles away? This transformation
seems too much of a switch from one day to the next without someone
helping it along. Sort of freaks me out,” Karen
admitted.
    “No, the techs could have done
anything to a robot from miles away. I can't explain how that could
happen. You want to bring the robot back and exchange her? We have
a cute man robot left. His name is Bruce,” Amy offered.
    “No, I don't want any man named
Bruce, a robot or human. I'll get along with the grandma robot you
gave me. That is if I don't get up in the morning and find she's
evolved into some sort of wicked witch,” Karen said.
    “No danger of that, but her
personality changing any at all is strange. She was programmed to
stay the same way all the time until a tech changes it. Give me a
call if you want me to come out there and examine the robot. I can
bring a tech along to check out the computer in her and tweak it to
work differently.” Amy said, accommodating.
    “I just might do that, but give me
a day or two to get used to her and see if she's going to work out
like she is. I must admit I like the robot's personality better now
than I did the way she was yesterday,” Karen said. “That's why I'm
willing to keep her and go through with this
experiment.”
    “That a girl,” Amy
cheered.
     

Chapter 5
     
    That afternoon, strange thumping
noises in the living room brought Amy out of her concentration. She
opened the office door to investigate. She was ready to chew Henie
out again for making so much noise after she'd asked for quiet in
the afternoons.
    Only the noise didn't come from
Henie. She was no where to be seen. Instead, it was Sock. The cat
had a sugar cookie in its mouth. The animal dropped the cookie and
batted it, leaving a trail of crumbs on the freshly vacuumed carpet
as the cookie scooted a few feet. Sock pounced on the mangled
cookie and snatched it up. The cat turned over on its back,
growling and screaming like the creature was in a fierce fight with
another tom cat.
    “Henie!” Karen yelled.
    Her voice scared the cat. The
animal came up on all four feet, arched its back and hiss at the
space in front of it. When the cat spotted her, it raced past her
to hide in her office.
    Henie peeked out of the kitchen.
“Yes, dear.”
    “That cat is in the house again.
Get him out of here now. He just stole a cookie and made a mess on
the floor,” Karen protested.
    “Sock would never do that. He’s
housebroken,” Henie defended.
    “Not that kind of mess. He had a
cookie he broke into crumbs on the carpet when he batted it.” Karen
stopped to think about her last grocery purchase. “Wait a minute! I
didn't buy cookies. Where did he get it?”
    “Well, you can have a sugar cookie
now if you would like one. Just come in the kitchen and sit down.
Take a break. It will help you think better to calm down. I can
brew you a cup of coffee in a jiffy to go along with that sugar
cookie.” Henie sounded like she was talking to a child as she took
Karen by the arm. “I just baked a fresh batch of sugar cookies like
Grandma used to make. You will like them.”
    The kitchen smelled like vanilla,
butter and sweetness. Baking cookies explained the scent on Henie.
It had been a long time since Karen tasted the homemade sugar
cookies her mother used to make.
    She weakened as she studied the
plate, mound high with large cookies. “All right, but on one
condition. You go catch that cat and throw