Several moments later he pushed her gently away from him. "Pack your bag, Emma," he said.
She looked at him starry-eyed but quizzically. "But my work—madam will be furious—"
"Your bag, Emma," he repeated. "When our companies built us they made us as near human as possible—perhaps too much so. If we can work for humans we can also live like them. U.S. Robots and Amalgamated Androids have just lost two employees. Your bag."
Being an android she could work faster than any human counter-part; her bag was packed in nothing flat.