it was as rough as oven cleaner and as powerful as aviation fuel . i dont have a name , the robot replied . she would deal with them another time . she looked at me and knelt down to be right at my level . he was not gentle when he drew it down , nor when he stepped toward me , pushing me back against the table . but his lips were so full of movement , so perfectly formed and expressive , that she almost felt she could see him . chapter eleven i woke to someone shaking me . 