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Winifred Pale walked the lonely halls of Underborough High School. She had stayed late, hoping to find where Angela had run off to. She had a brilliant new twist to her existing plans to take over the world, but they didn't seem half as brilliant without sharing them in exhaustive detail with her favorite minion. The school felt curiously empty this afternoon. There should be some staff still here,
she thought. Looking out a window, she spied the elderly school janitor walking down the road towards the town, with an unusual spring in his step. The janitor's left? I can't be that late!
Winifred quickened her pace, hoping to find anyone, or at least a clock. As she turned the corner towards the library, she heard a faint whirring. Stepping inside, she saw that the library was immaculate. Every book shelved, every shelf dusted. If she hadn't attended the school every day (well, at least when she felt she absolutely needed to) she would have thought the carpet was brand new. She almost hated to step on it for fear that she might disturb the impeccably groomed fabric, but her search was a more pressing matter.
She was surprised to see two mechanical maids attending to the back corner of the library. A large one with a duster on its head and hands was wiping down the shelves from floor to ceiling, while a smaller one vacuumed the carpets with its hands.
"Isn't this typical?" Winifred balked. "Programs are getting cut left and right, yet the school sees fit to purchase robots!"
Suddenly, the robots stopped their cleaning and turned their heads towards her. Winifred could not believe her eyes. The big one looked just like Shelley --the duster hairdo was a dead giveaway-- and the small one's face looked just like...
"WINIFRED_PALE:" NG-1A replied. "PREPARE FOR CLEANSING_"
NG-1A dashed towards Winifred, arm extended. Her vacuum switched into reverse. Winifred braced herself and shut her mouth tight, expecting a blast of dust and grit. Instead, a blue wave pulsed from the robot's palm. Winifred's already cold vampire skin grew colder, hardening into polished steel. Her clothes turned into thick plating. A white panel extended downward from her waist. Winifred looked at her once delicate hands, which now whirred and creaked with every motion. A fine mist expelled from her fingertips.
"What is--" She was about to ask what was coming from her fingers, but something in her head clicked, literally. It was window cleaner, of course. W1-N1's primary function was washing windows, just as NG-1A vacuumed and 5H-3L dusted. Running a search in the maids' shared database, she detected NG-1A's ulterior motive. In addition to obliterating dirt, the maids were to stop lawlessness in Underborough. And it seemed that the cleansing process that W1-N1 had just undergone was a deliberate choice towards those ends.
Shelley was constantly on the run from an angry mob of villagers. In all of Underborough, there was no filthier group of citizens. The cleansing of 5H-3L must have been for protection, if not a method of retaliation. Winifred Pale was trying to take over the human world. Such things were prohibited by W1-N1's programming. A literal cleaning and a figurative cleaning of one's act,
W1-N1 concluded. Her sensors derived no humor from this revelation, but she did acknowledge the presence of the pun, a figure of speech used by many of the sapient life forms of this world.
"ONCE THE WINDOWS ARE CLEAN, THE LIBRARY WILL BE COMPLETE_" 5H-3L chirped.
"NEGATIVE_" W1-N1 replied. "THE TABLES REQUIRE POLISH."
"POLISH IS NOT A FUNCTION OF-- OF--" NG-1A sounded almost worried.
"SET A COURSE FOR LOWER UNDERBOROUGH_" W1-N1 interrupted. "LOCATE CLEANSING CANDIDATE: BEL BRIMSTON_"