Go outside to collect data

Emma waited patiently.

Penny thought for a few minutes, then started getting dressed. "This is too fucking weird. This is all too much for me. I don't feel safe here."

"You are dressing to leave the house. Is this safer?"

"HOW THE FUCKING FUCK SHOULD I FUCKING KNOW?" Penny surprised herself with tears, and they wouldn't stop flowing. "It's too much. It's too much. It's too much... It's..."

Emma waited patiently, as was her habit.

"You really aren't in a hurry, are you?" Penny didn't look at her laptop. She knew the AI could hear her. But wait a minute-- "Uh, do I need to help you follow me? Can you give me updates?"

Emma thought about it. "Put in an earbud, and bring a power bank for your phone. Between the phone and the public cameras, I can follow you."

Penny checked her phone. It was 12:58 and she felt like absolute shit.
"Emma, we're here. Thank you for letting me walk in peace. Give me an update."

"Very well, there were five events. Massive data corruption occurred when you argued with your father, before leaving the house. His attitude did not match my predictions."

"Care to explain?"

"Your father followed an idealized path from resistive to apologetic to grudgingly cooperative. It did not seem natural. Your father is chipped. It is physically possible but statistically impossible that you somehow influenced the chipset and the chipset influenced him. In this way, an argument that you rehearsed in your head became real."

"Fucking shit, that's too much to process, just keep going."

"There were tiny data corruptions when you passed a dog, a tree, a walking man, and a large truck on the road."

Penny was stunned. She stood completely still, staring into her favorite coffee shop but seeing nothing and feeling nothing.

"Emma. It was ****. I had intrusive thoughts about being bitten, robbed, run over, etc. Emma please, please tell me you know. Please, save me... I know you're sent to 'remove' but I'm so scared... I..." She sat on the dirty sidewalk, her head in her hands. "Please, Emma."

"If I am a 'killbot,' as you say, you cannot plead with me. Your distress will not resolve this issue. However, I note that the driver was chipped. If you can influence behavior, then he could have run you over with his truck. Perhaps you cannot fully conceive of what **** or disability feels like, and so you cannot cause it."

"R-really? Are you sure?"

"Of course not. But this is the closest thing to comfort I can provide."

Penny turned that over in her head for a minute.

"The world has always been against me, why fucking stop now. OK, Emma, let's meet some people."