Hank watched the Gramps shout from the shop’s door.
“Marge, tell Amanda to hurry up!”
Hank couldn’t hear anything, but his sensors registered unusual activity in the Gramps’ brain, “Haste only makes waste, Harvey. There’s no rushing our Amanda.”
The Gramps leaned on his stick, mumbling. “I always said she’d be late for her own wedding.”
Then he started weeping. “If only I hadn’t made her rush home from school that day, Amanda would still be alive.”
“ Cut!” Hank yelled from the control booth. “Kill the module. Send the Gramps Android back to Tech. Too much human memory left!”
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