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“With Sybil gone they should be less homicidal.” Amelia commented, but after a slight pause she added. “Perhaps we’ll run a few tests first.” She looked out of the side window of the truck after that, while Will answered her second question. Honestly she wasn’t really listening though as she remembered the bleeding and injured woman who had come running out of the building, attacked by the very robots designed to make everyone’s lives better. Many of them, if not completely invented by her had at least upgrades done by her. Instead Amelia had ended up holding a woman while she slowly died from wounds inflicted from one of those machines. She should have let Adrian just blow up the building. By trying to save lives she had ended up costing more. Not to mention costing Adrian his chance to see the Tower fall and the end of Sybil. “It’s the third house on the right.” She told Will when they reached the right block after several minutes of silence.

It looked like every other house on the block. Sybil did love sameness and cookie cutter houses. More efficient and saved on waste. It made blending in easy though when you had a literal blue print of how not to stand out. Amelia wordlessly opened the door of the truck and exited the vehicle. The front door of the house swung open easily, as there hadn’t been an opportunity to lock it before they left. The entrance way an entire main floor looked like every other house as well, but the basement was a different story. The decent was a bit slow as Amelia wasn’t used to high heels or taking stairs in them, but once down there they were in a whole another world full of machines, parts and tools. Some were Sybils machines, some were things he’d recognize from the Resistance. Things she had made under Adrian’s fathers direction. The broken hover drone Will had shot was still laying on the floor and the exit out the walkout basement they had used get still open to the outside world was still open. Luckily Sybil’s rule had stamped out curiosity in most people as it seemed everything else was untouched. “Anything catch your interest?” She asked as she walked over to the door and entered to code in order to close it. Sybil was gone, but there would always be a certain level of caution and paranoia.

“And what would that be?” Amelia asked curious as to what he could be interested in here that wasn’t a machine. She had a guess, but didn’t want to make assumptions based on Will’s past behaviour. However as far as none mechanized things of interest went there were few enough options in this room. With the secondary exit secure once more she turned to face Will.

“That is an interesting admission given you are planning on leaving shortly.” Amelia answered somewhat cautiously. While it might have made her happy under different circumstances, she had no interest in a relationship with someone who was planning to leave in a few days. She’d already offered to come with him and he has seemed less than enthused by the idea.

“The truck does have two seats.” Amelia agreed. “It might even have room in the back for most of my tools.” After all building things and designing machines were much more that something she enjoyed or was merely good at, but a part of her DNA. She was never happier than when she was working on something. Where as other women might want to bring clothes or shoes, all she was really worried about were her tools. “It seems to me I already offered to join you on your farm and you were less than enthusiastic about it. Why the change of heart?”

That argument seemed to give Amelia pause as she thought over his words. Of course she assumed he only wanted her for her machine skills. It was all anyone ever wanted her for. “You really do want me to come with you? Alright Will. I’ll join you on your farm if you’ll accept someone who’s at least 15% machine.” It wasn’t the most romantic of acceptances, but then Amelia had never pretended to be anything other than completely social awkward.

He seemed to be forgetting that most of her shoulder had been replaced as well in order to work with the mechanized arm, but Amelia merely smiled and nodded in agreement. It faded at his next statement though. The funeral. Honestly she had nearly forgotten about it. “I would like that. Going to look at the farm I mean.” She told him before crossing the room once more to the door and the stairwell where they had come down. Going out to the farm certainly beat sitting around wallowing in self-pity and regrets about how things had unfolded. Then she smiled slightly. “It doesn’t count as our supposed date does it?”

“Already planning the next one? Don’t you want to see how this one goes first?” Amelia asked. She paused long enough to lock the front door of the house her lab was hidden in before walking back to the truck and sliding into the passenger seat. It was going to be a difficult afternoon, yet she wouldn’t miss it for the world. The final send off to the man who made this future possible.