my dad invented a cure for sneezing. we were selling it out of big suitcases to workers in the mall. my mom was the accountant of the operation, keeping track of the orders we needed and who owed us money. we had a secret lab on the second floor of our house. our house was near a bay and overlooked a train track. the robotic lab helper had a morbid fascination with death. because she could not die, she wondered what it felt like when humans did. she hated the movie Blade Runner, which we made her watch in attempt to answer her questions.