I looked into the intercom display. There was a usual view ... the “no-face”.
“Hello, A***.”
I hated their mechanical voice.
“This is an inspection. Please open the door.”
I did, had no choice.
It walked around in the house slowly.
“A reader.” It found. “You study new language.”
Yes, they knew everything, thought so. But what did you see, huh?
“Are you looking for someone?”
“What?”
“He’s not here. You must know!”
“He.” It raised its head. “An error. You don’t understand the one.”
I couldn’t understand that soon.
“But I—he—”
“The bed room. Please recycle empty bottles.”
“Don’t!” I followed it, but couldn’t even grab. “Get out! He ... whoever cared me has gone! Leave us alone!”
“Positive. I recognized that the agent doesn’t exist now. You and this building are harmless to us.”
In other word, useless? My knees gave way, sight blurred.
I didn’t remember how it left the house. I found myself sitting on the bed, with the fuzzy blanket over me, at midnight. I smelled his scent.
I went outside by the rusty door.
> Done?
The administrator asked me.
> Positive.
I sent the data.
> Welcome home, HP245-4. We approved you.
I left home.