Geese and otters were bustling all around Roz. They were pulling arms and legs out from the robot pile and pressing them against her body. They were hoping to hear thwip sounds and that the robot limbs would snap right into place and Roz would return to her old self and life on the island would go back to normal. But nothing happened. No matter what they did, the limbs wouldn't attach. Our robot's body was too badly damaged.

"I'm sorry, Ma," said Brightbill, his voice trembling. "I thought this would work."

"It is okay, son," said Roz calmly. "I am lucky I can still think and speak."

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