Yvonne's lips part slightly as she puts it all together. Ironic, in hindsight, what Rutherford told me about his offspring: his good, hardworking boy following in his footsteps, and his untrustworthy brat of a daughter. All this time, he's had it backward.
"The rumors heard were true," I say. "Well, I heard it as a rumor, anyway. From my intel guy. I see now that with all this hardware, you must be your own intel guy. Nathan really was seen walking around, but not in the way either of us suspected. It was a double. A doppelganger bot made to look, speak, and behave exactly like Nathan Harland."
She looks at the floor. "So, does that mean Nathan really is...?"
"I think so, yeah. I'm sorry."
"But why?"