She shook her head.
"I'm a special case," she said. "I was orphaned when I was only a few weeks old. The family androids took me over. They raised me. Herkimer was one of them. I'm much more an android, Ash, than I am a human being."
Herkimer was still sitting on the grass, beside the sprawled, dead body of Trevor's agent. He did not take his hands from his face. He made no sign that he was going to. The blood still dripped down between his fingers and trickled down his arms.
Sutton said to Eva, "It was very nice to see you again. And thank you for the breakfast."
He turned on his heel and walked away, across the patio and over the low wall and out into the path that led down to the road.
He heard Eva cry out for him to stop, but he pretended not to hear her.
"I was raised by androids," she had said. And he had been raised by Buster. By Buster, who had taught him how to fight when the kid down the road had given him a licking. Buster, who had whaled him good and proper for the eating of green apples. By Buster, who had gone out, five hundred years before, to homestead a planet.
He walked with the icy fury still running in his blood. They didn't trust me, he said. They thought I might sell out. After all the years of waiting, after all the years of planning and of thinking.
"What is it, Ash?"
"What's going on, Johnny? What about this?"