Children of Frogs
by Morgan Crooks
"She'll be gone tomorrow, Corey" she said, looking upwards at the stubble on her husband's chin.
"Three possibilities. One, I take her over the border myself and hope she can find the underground in Montreal."
"A Fugitive has to be able to pass, Yaeko" her husband said. "No one's going to be fooled by a robot missing half its skin."
"Okay, then I turn her in. The law says all Fugitives have to be reported."
"Yaeko, it has your face. How's that going to look?"
"Like something from the past," She wiped at the tears collecting at her eyes. "Something I'd forgotten."
Her husband sighed. "It's not realistic. There'd be too many questions. Where did she come from? Why did she go to you? Who made her?"
"I made her," she said. The children of frogs are also frogs. "So, I destroy her. Break her apart and toss her away."