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fats. Try eating foods with omega-3 fatty acids like salmon and tuna. I have some ahi tuna steaks in the freezer if you want some.”
    “I already ate them,” he said.
    “Yeah, with bacon and sausage . . .” she said.
    Basu let out a long sigh.
    “You used to be so sexy,” she said, rubbing the hairs on his chest. “I wish you didn’t make me call you Basu.”
    “That’s who I am now,” he said.
    “I’m still working on a way to extract the nanos,” she said.
    “Don’t bother,” he said. “I’ll be long dead before you can figure that one out.”
    “I’ll do it,” she said. “You know I will.”
    Her tone of voice told him she didn’t even believe the words herself.
    Basu grunted.
    “Why don’t you stay with me?” she said. “For good this time.”
    Basu slid his arm off of her back. She lifted her head from his chest and looked at him inches away from his face, eye to enormous eye.
    “That piggy bank we got there in the other room has to be worth a fortune,” she said. “We can sell it and retire. We can move to Hawaii or somewhere in the Caribbean. I’ll figure out how to extract the nanos and you’ll get thin again. We’ll live in paradise, just you and me.”
    Basu pushed her off of him and stepped out of the bed. Then he pulled his pants on.
    She blinked her wide eyes at him.
    “I can’t just sell him,” Basu said.
    “Why not?” she said, her eyebrows curled and her mouth stretched wider across her face. “He’s going to die anyway, no matter which company ends up with him.”
    “I’m sorry,” he said. “It would go against the ninja code. My code.”
    “Screw your fucking code,” she said, throwing a pillow into his face and pulling the covers over her head like a 5-year-old.

    Basu put his shirt on and went into the other room. Oki wasn’t asleep on the couch where they had left him. The blanket was on the floor. The front door of the shop was wide open.
    The bus hovered in open space between two buildings, so Oki could not have run away. Basu walked through the front door out onto the porch. Oki was sitting on the edge, staring down at the abyss below.
    Basu sat next to him. His weight rocked the bus back and forth as he plopped down. He put his finger up to Oki’s cheek and wiped a tear away.
    “You heard us?” Basu said.
    The machine boy nodded his head, still glaring down into the abyss. Basu was surprised he had been able to hear them. He wondered if the Kakera Corporation supplied the boy with superior hearing, perhaps so he could hear danger when it was coming his way.
    “She wants to kill me,” Oki said in a croaky voice.
    Basu grunted. “I won’t let her.”
    “You want to kill me, too,” the boy said.
    Basu looked away.
    “I don’t want to kill you,” he said. “But I don’t have a choice. It’s my duty.”
    Oki’s watery eyes shivered at Basu. “But why? Why is your duty so important?”
    Basu slapped Oki across the cheek.
    Oki jerked with shock, then trembled beneath the ninja’s fat angry face.
    “Have some dignity,” Basu said to the scared little boy. “Just as my role in life is to follow my company’s orders without question, it is your role in life to be a piggy bank. You were born to hold information and you will die once that information is needed. Accept your fate. It is the honorable thing to do.”
    Oki took a breath and wiped tears from his eyes. Basu stared down into the abyss below, watching his plump feet dangling in space.
    “It’s a long away down, isn’t it?” Basu said.
    Oki nodded.
    “What’s down there?” Oki asked, his eyes still tearing.
    “Miles down are the old streets,” he said. “We don’t use them anymore, except for waste disposal. You can still see the streets in smaller towns, outside of California, where buildings are far apart and only thirty stories tall.”
    “Thirty stories tall?” Oki laughed through his tears. “You’re making fun of me.”
    “No,” Basu chuckled. “There are many