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Peed unit."

"I see," the Social Harmony man said. "Listen, you know these components that the Eurasians are
turning out. It's no coincidence that they interface so well with UNATS Robotics equipment: they're
using defected UNATS Robotics engineers and scientists to design their electronics for maximum
interoperability." The Social Harmony man let that hang in the air. Defected scientists. His ex-wife was
the highest-ranking UNATS technician to go over to Eurasia. This was her handiwork, and the Social
Harmony man wanted to be sure that Arturo understood that.

But Arturo had already figured that out during the briefing. His ex-wife was thousands of kilometers
away, but he was keenly aware that he was always surrounded by her handiwork. The little illegal robot-
pet eggs they'd started seeing last year: she'd made him one of those for their second date, and now they
were draining the productive hours of half the children of UNATS, demanding to be "fed" and "hugged."
His had died within 48 hours of her giving it to him.

He shifted the computer in his arms some more and let his expression grow pained. "I'll keep that in
mind, sir," he said.

"You do that," said the man from Social Harmony.

He phoned R Peed Robbert the second he reached his desk. The phone rang three times, then
disconnected. He redialed. Twice. Then he grabbed his jacket and ran to the car.

A light autumn rain had started up, ending the Indian summer that Toronto тАФ the Fourth Prefecture in
the new metric scheme тАФ had been enjoying. It made the roads slippery and the UNATS Robotics
chauffeur skittish about putting the hammer down on the Don Valley Parkway. He idly fantasized about
finding a set-top box and plugging it into his car somehow so that he could take over the driving without
alerting his superiors.

Instead, he redialed R Peed Robbert, but the robot wasn't even ringing any longer. He zoomed in on the
area around Sheppard and Don Mills with his phone and put out a general call for robots. More robots.



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"This is R Peed Froderick, Fairview Mall parking lot, third level."
Arturo sent the robot R Peed Robbert's phone number and set it to work translating that into a locator-
beacon code and then told it to find Robbert and report in.

"It is my тАФ"

He watched R Peed Froderick home in on the locator for Robbert, which was close by, at the other end
of the mall, near the Don Valley Parkway exit. He switched to a view from Froderick's electric eyes, but
quickly switched away, nauseated by the sickening leaps and spins of an R Peed moving at top speed,
clanging off walls and ceilings.

His phone rang. It was R Peed Froderick.