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By the time Lifa brings the tray with the jam cookies and the orange juice and can finally sit down, her grandma is already way on her way talking to Lucinda
and the damage has already been done.
Grandma: What do your robot friends do, butterfly? Tell me about em!
ರೃ Lucinda: Robots don’t have friends.
Grandma: Me neither, all my friends are dead. Let’s be friends.
ರೃ Lucinda: Ok.
Grandma: Who fixes you when you get bad? Where do you sleep?
ರೃ Lucinda: We fix ourselves. We do not need to sleep.
Grandma: What music do you like?
ರೃ Lucinda: We cannot enjoy music. We do not have feelings.
Grandma: Then what makes you happy?
ರೃ Lucinda: We do not need to be happy.
Grandma: (laughs) Then you are already better than us!
Lifa takes a seat. She looks defeated.
Grandma: All those waffles trying to ‘be happy’- and what do they do? Steal little kids! Poison the seas and the fish! Torture those poor cows! And they have us like ants here anyway!
Thank fuck you left Felicia behind.
