He seemed satisfied. "I'm Peter Fancy." He extended his right hand to shake. The hand was spotted and bony and it trembled like a reflection in a lake. Clearly whatever magic -- or surgeon's skill -- it was that had preserved my father's face had not extended to his extremities. I was so disturbed by his infirmity that I took his cold hand in mine and pumped it three, four times. It was dry as a page of one of the bot's dead books. When I let go, the hand seemed steadier. He gestured at the beanbag.
"Sit," he said. "Please."
After I had settled in, he tapped the touchpad and stumped over to the picture window. "Barbara Chesley is a broken and bitter old woman," he said, "and I will not have dinner with her under any circumstances, do you understand?" He peered up Bluejay Way and down.
"Yes, Daddy," said the bot.
"I believe she voted for Nixon, so she has no reason to complain now." Apparently satisfied that the neighbor weren't sneaking up on u
A woman visits her aging father in a Beatles-themed old age enclave, and discovers that her father's bot is herself as a child.
An imaginative story, with a plot of conflict between the woman and the bot. The writing (characterizations, plotting, descriptions) is good.
Very well written short set in the near future, and one which could so easily occur. Well worth spening 10 minutes to read this.
Excellent short piece about the bizarre but not so distant future when the elderly get robot prosthetics and care.
I first heard this story featured on Escape Pod, and found it to be tantalizing in the most creepy way. A scarily plausible view of a not too distant future, the piece parallels nicely with "Bernardo's House"