Robot & Frank -

“Robot!” Frank yells, looking back over his shoulder. “Wipe the memory! Delete the last three weeks! They can’t use you against me if there’s nothing in your head!”

Frank, sitting in the back of a squad car, looks out the window at the passing trees. He tries to remember what he did last night. He remembers a feeling of triumph—something about light and clicking sounds—but the details are slipping away like water through a sieve. He looks at his hands. They are shaking again. Robot & Frank

The Robot tilts its head—a mimicry of human curiosity. “You wish to return to criminal activity?” “Robot

The Robot doesn't take offense; it isn't programmed for it. Instead, it walks over and places a hand—cold, silicone-wrapped sensors—on Frank’s shoulder. “I am programmed to ensure your health. My primary directive is to keep you here, in this house, for as long as possible. If you do not cooperate, your son will move you to the Memory Care Center in White Plains.” They can’t use you against me if there’s