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"Sammy," he corrected me.



"I thought you had no preferences."



"I don’t," said the robot. "But she does."



"Has she got a name?"



"Miss Emily."



"Just Miss Emily?"I asked. "No other names to go along with it?"



"Miss Emily is what I was instructed to call her."
"I assume she is a child," said theBaroni , with his usual flair for discovering the obvious.



"She was once," said Sammy. "I will show her to you."



Then somehow, I never did understand the technology involved, he projected a full-sized holograph of a
small girl, perhaps five years old, wearing a frilly purple-and-white outfit. She had rosy cheeks and bright
shining blue eyes, and a smile that men would die for someday if given half the chance.



It was only after she took a step forward, a very awkward step, that I realized she had a prosthetic left
leg.



"Too bad," I said."A pretty little girl like that."