That name…
Crash!
The tray of baked goods fell to the ground. Granny Bimto spoke in a daze, her pupils dancing maniacally in an unfocused manner.
"Aunt… Aunt Bimto?"
"Ahh–" Bimto woke from her stupor, her body still trembling uncontrollably.
She couldn't help it… she couldn't help it.
Tears rolled down the corner of her eyes when thinking of the facing image she had of the young girl she once called her daughter. Clint felt pity for her, helping her to a seat while running her bath soothingly.
It was amazing how the AI in her safety bracelet already noticed her emotional changes. "Master, Master, what's wrong with you? Are you alright, Master? Simon is sad now that Master is sad…"
In a flash, it changed into a spider, climbing on her shoulders and rubbing itself against her cheeks like a furry cat. It knew just the right amount of pressure needed not to graze or roughen Bimto's skin. Afterall, it was made of metal, and wasn't an actual living thing.
