It was quite late in the night when they returned from the tour of Leal guided by Evelyn.
Leal was beautiful in a strange and unsettling way. The city looked peaceful from the outside, almost dreamlike beneath the pale silver moonlight, but beneath its beauty there was something cold hiding in its silence.
Lena quietly said that she had liked the old couch in Evelyn's apartment. It was strange, though. There were no robots anywhere in the apartment. Not even a single service machine. Dylan looked around several times in hope of finding one, but there was nothing.
Then a thought suddenly crossed his mind.
Still on rebellion.
It was a well-known story in their house — the story of how a young Evelyn had once destroyed every robot in her family's mansion before leaving Capaldi forever.
Dylan slowly looked toward Evelyn.
What was destructive and what was destruction itself?
For a moment, he could not tell.
