He had seen it once before.
Alice.
He stared up at Connemorra with wide, wondering eyes.
“Everything went wrong, my poor android,” said Connemorra softly. “After your human was brought back to the ship we were forced to go through with the usual process of imprinting his mind content upon his android. But we had to wipe out all memory of the attempted escape from the Martian Princess. This was not successful. It still clung in the nightmares you experienced. And the psycho-recovery brought it all back.
“We tried to cover it with an amnesiac condition instead of the usual pre-printed memory of a Mars vacation. And all this might have worked if the Alice android had not been defective also. A normal android has protective mechanisms that make accidents and subsequent discovery impossible. But the Alice android failed, and you set out on a course to uncover us. I had to find a way to destroy you—murder.
“I’m truly sorry. I don’t know how an android thinks or feels. Sometimes I’m afraid of all of you. You are like men, but I’ve seen the factories in which you are produced. There are many things I do not know. I know only that I had to obey the Galactic Council or Earth would have been destroyed long ago.
“And something else I know: Alice and Mel Hastings are content and happy. They are on a lovely world, very much like Central Valley.”
He closed his eyes as he felt the life—or whatever it was—seeping out of him. It came out right, after all, he thought.
Like a wooden soldier with a painted smile, fallen from a shelf, he lay twisted upon the floor.
THE END
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