“I need Pinkie,” said Bright. “To help me turn on the lights. And to clean all the sick off my top.” Fon stared at the mess on Bright’s hideous outfit. “I think you need to change completely.” “Fine. But I need Pinkie.” Fon distractedly patted the air where her hair used to be. “Pinkie will make you feel better?” “Yes,” said Bright. “What about avoiding the PS staff?” “We’ll sneak in,” said Bright. She had no idea how. All she knew was that she felt bad and needed her bot. The lights would have to wait. “Okay,” said Fon. “But you should know that Pinkie isn’t even a very good bot. I mean, she’s not like Peaches. It’s weird to get so attached.” Bright ignored her. She had a feeling that being attached wasn’t as weird as Fon thought. They reached the House of Gear and slipped inside. The uncertain lights in discarded equipment provided intermittent illumination, and Bright and Fon stopped short when they saw all the broken bodies, scattered gear, and shattered bots.
