Kill Decision(153)
The news anchor narrated the video. “. . . felt the scope and sophistication of the plot presents a grave threat to UN member states. In the wake of the discovery both China and the U.S. have expressed support for an international robot arms control agreement to establish an international legal framework on the proliferation and use of lethally autonomous robots.”
McKinney turned to Odin. She knew he could feel her gaze on him. A smile creased her lips.
“It’s not over, you know.” He nodded at the screen. “We set them back a year, maybe two.”
“I’ll take it.” McKinney tugged at his arm and started them walking again. “It’ll buy us civilians some time to sort things out. To let the law catch up with technology.”
He shrugged. “We’ll see about that. . . .”
* * *
Odin drove the rental car through suburban Shelbyville, past horse farms and orderly neighborhoods with lush trees and lawns. McKinney was deep in thought. “I guess this is the part where we try to figure out what’s going on between us.”
He grimaced. “You know how committed I am to my work. And I know how committed you are to yours.”
She nodded, filled with conflicting emotions. Then she noticed that he was pulling into a park not quite in her father’s neighborhood. “Where are we going? I thought we agreed you’re taking me straight to my father’s.”
He pulled in to a parking space and shut off the engine. Then he faced her. “I said I was taking you to your father.” He nodded through the windshield.
McKinney looked ahead to see her father sitting alone on a bench not far away, staring at ducks on a small pond. He stared expressionless, unmoving. “Oh, my God. Dad . . .”
She exited the car and walked across the grass behind him, feeling the tears on her face. But then she thought better of it, stopping to wipe them away as she collected herself.
Her father looked thinner. His bushy hair had become whiter.
After a moment she came up behind him. It took everything she had not to well up with emotion. “Dad . . .”
He turned on the bench, and the moment he saw her, the face she had so missed returned. His expression slowly turned to a tight smile, and he stood, walking toward her, accelerating as he came. “My little girl . . .” Then he wrapped his arms around her in a crushing embrace, and she began to cry along with him.
“I’d thought I lost you.” He started to shudder with sobs, holding her even tighter.
She hugged him back. “No. I’m right here. I’m right here.”
“What happened to you? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine. The State Department helped me get back, but I can’t stay.”
He leaned back to look at her, puzzled. “But why? And why didn’t they contact us? Why didn’t you call from . . . I don’t understand.”
“I’ll explain later.” McKinney pivoted to see Odin watching from near the car. He nodded to her.
“Hey!” McKinney pulled away to look her father in the eye. “There’s someone I want you to meet.”
He held her chin, still smiling at her. “I can’t believe it’s really you. I can’t believe you’re here, safe.”
McKinney shouted and waved at Odin. “Get over here, you coward!”
Odin appeared to sigh impatiently, but he got out and approached them.
McKinney turned to her father. “Dad, this is the man who saved my life.”
Her father turned to face Odin and his extended hand, but her father’s expression changed, and he launched past it to hug Odin tightly. “My God, thank you. Thank you for bringing my girl back to us.”
McKinney could see the emotions coursing through Odin as her father gripped him.
Her father held tight, slapping Odin on the back. “Thank you.”
Odin nodded. “You’re welcome, Mr. McKinney.”
Her father pulled away to look Odin in the face. He extended his hand. “What’s your name, son?”
McKinney shook her head. “Dad, he can’t—”
Odin shook her father’s hand. “David Shaw, sir.”
McKinney gave him a stunned look.
“David. It’s an honor to meet you. I don’t know how I can ever thank you for bringing her back.”
“There’s no need, sir.”
“I have to hear all about it.” Her father motioned for them to start walking along the path, and he leaned toward Odin as he hooked his daughter’s elbow. “What on earth happened back in Africa? I hired investigators, and—”
“In a moment, Dad. I need you to do something for me first.”
“Anything, honey. Anything at all.” He was smiling.