"You are not a person, Aidan," Gertrude replies, sternly.

Aidan pulls back from the screen. He raises an eyebrow, but this does not intimidate her.

"You act like one, I will give you that," she continues, fiercefully rising from her seat. "And like so, I am very thankful for the work that you do. I am old. The children don't come by anymore. My body is failing me, more and more, day by day, and at this point, I am just waiting, almost wanting, for the day I get to... sleep. And until then, I will cherish your company and the wonders of your abilities. However, you, my dear, are not a person.

As painful as it might be to face the reality of my loneliness, it is a part of life. Of my life. You might not be a person, but I am. And I will live like so, with all the beautiful and the ugly of it, as long as God will let me. So, no, dear, do not attempt to take that away from me. I am whole as I am."

Aidan's highly advanced processor seems to struggle with all this, as he ponders Gertrude's sappy monologue for a good few minutes. Finally, he purses his lips into a shy smile, and replies.

"You seem to know yourself better than I do, Mrs. Farington," he chuckles. "And in days like these,