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“Careful with that,” he called out to the girl as she picked up the lamp. He raced over to it and took it out of her hands. “I need that and it's very breakable.”



“Oh, I'm sorry,” she said, sheepishly looking at her feet. “I was just curious about it, that's all-”


The girl trailed off as she caught sight of the doll. The poor inventor was afraid of this. Before he could protest, she marched over to it.


“No,” he said under his breath, clenching his fists.


“You're making a robot?” she said as she was still inspecting the doll. Maxwell sighed, knowing that no matter how much he explained it, she'd never fully understand. Nevertheless, he decided there was no harm in trying.

“Not exactly,” he turned around to grab a sketch he had pinned on the wall. “I guess you could say that, but she's much more.”

“How so?”

“Well, you see,” Maxwell could feel his cheeks turning red. He didn't like admitting that this would be his only real friend. It was, well, embarrassing, “It's going to serve as a companion to me.”


“Like a pet?” the girl inquired.


“Not really...more like...”


“A butler!” she exclaimed happily, flailing her arms around. “That's brilliant, Max!”


He sighed again. There was no use in arguing with the girl. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to think of a way to get her out of the workshop – or at least away from Nova. Perhaps, if he started working, she'd see he was busy and leave. It seemed reasonable enough.


“I'm going to get a few things in the other room. Just don't touch anything, okay?” he said sternly. The girl nodded. As he stepped out of the workshop, his eyes frantically searched for his other tools. He didn't have much time to waste. Where was it? Now was not the time for forgetfulness!

 

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