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“Automaton…” Amelie repeated. Like a… like a locomotive? “Like a train?” She spoke to the man, “A human-shaped train? Why would anyone want to create something like that? Something that has wants. And that wants to kill.”

When Amelie felt the girl squeeze her hand, her first instinct was to jerk away and protest. But when she looked at the smile on her face, she felt kind of bad and just went with it.