Andy Kirk smiled. It only took a short time to bring in a verdict of guilty against Isobel d'Larte. She accepted the verdict silently and without flinching. In like manner she accepted her sentence. She was to be sent to fight in the front lines of the war in Asia. "I declare this court adjourned," the judge said and banged his gavel down authoritatively. As Isobel d'Larte was taken from the room she was led passed Andy Kirk. Seeing him, she stopped and stared at him coldly. "Why did you do this to me?" she asked. "To help you. If the trial had continued the way it had you would have been judged insane and executed here in the States. In Asia you may have a chance." "Does it make a difference if I have a chance? No one really cares." "You may find what you've been looking for over there." "You think so?" "I hope so." "I don't understand you, Andy." "Sometimes one must do bad to do good." Isobel stared at him not understanding his words, then the guard led her away. Isobel d'Larte spent the night in jail, and the next morning, along with twenty other prisoners, was taken to the rocket-port to be sent to Asia. At the rocket-port the prisoners were allowed to say their goodbyes to their families without the benefit of guards. Isobel stood alone watching the tearful farewells, then walked slowly into the cafeteria. As she sat alone at the corner table drinking coffee a tall man dressed in an old fashioned top coat and with an old fashioned hat pulled down over his face walked up to the table and sat down opposite her. Isobel looked at the figure happily. "I knew you would come." "Why did you confess?" "I did not want them to know about us. They would have made it all so ugly sounding. They would have made it sound vile ... and it wasn't." Isobel reached out a hand towards the figure and a metal hand closed over hers. "I didn't want them to harm you." "You did it for me?" "Yes. I love you." "I'm a robot. A machine. An unfeeling thing of iron and steel. How can you love me?" "My husband was the machine. He ate at the same time everyday, dressed at the same time, went to work at the same time. He did the same things, thought the same things everyday of his life." "But he had emotion." "Only those he had been taught to feel and those only at the proper times. He was mad when he should be mad and happy when he should be happy, nothing more. He was much more of a machine than you." "But I cannot return your love. I do not know what emotion is." "I had to have someone," Isobel cried. "I had to have someone who was kind to me. You liked what I liked. You could talk to me of something besides machines. Machines do everything now. But you could talk to me of art, music, beauty." "My creator taught me those things. Taught me to care for those things in the museum. I would miss them if they were taken away." "Yes." Sudden tears stung Isobel's eyes. No one would miss her. No one would care about her.