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TELEMECHANIC EDUCATIONAL COMPANION FOR CHILDREN A specialized childcare automaton (24 cm.) which will amuse with games and stories, assist with lessons, and function as an alarm clock and nightlight. Want to check on your child from an airboat jaunt or an important meeting? Every TEC comes with built-in state-of-the-art audio sensors and a handheld communicator with which you can listen to your child at any time. Huggable yet durable, this handy little automaton requires only a small amount of power and is equipped with a caring and intuitive AI, attentive to all your child’s needs. AVAILABLE IN FOUR MODELS • Bruno Bear • Katie Kitten • Friendly Freddy • Sweet Susie Amanda lowered the mock-up advertisement. It was already grimy with pencil marks where her creator had made corrections, and now it was crumpled up, tossed aside, among the trash. So she was intended to be a babysitting robot. She’d babysat for the Joneses down the street a couple of times, she recalled. Before the cancer. A few weeks ago she’d been in a hospital bed. Her whole existence was contained in one room, watching an endless parade of doctors and nurses who smiled less and less as time went on, whose reassurances faded into whispered conversations with her parents. And then she’d woken up here. On a worktable. In an airship. Possibly in the future. She wasn’t Amanda Labunka anymore. Amanda was a girl wasted thin with hollow cheeks, a bald scalp, a baggy hospital gown. Dying, but still at least human. The pain was gone now. All feeling was gone. She was a metal skeleton inside a stuffed toy—like an animatronic mascot. Her hands were cloth mittens with a few stitches to indicate fingers. She had a permanently painted smile, pink cheeks, and glass eyes through which you could faintly see the blue lights of her optics. An antennae in her head picked up transmissions she couldn’t understand, talking about stuff that sounded straight out of a sci-fi movie. She was nine and a half inches tall. Shorter than the Malibu Barbie that a misguided great-aunt had given her for her last birthday. Amanda had always hated dolls. She knew karma or fate or whatever had a sadistic side, but she had never guessed it would go this far...
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