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               Jacob looked up at the arch over the chapel gate, and the stone faces of hell stared back.
               His sister took his hand. "I don't think we're supposed to be here."
               He chuckled. "Why not? This here chapel's centuries old. No one's used it since 1973."
               "What happened in 1973?" Henrietta glanced warily up at the engraved griffins and snakes and demons.
               "The village's only priest decided to leave for Ethiopia after his goat was killed in a motorcycle crash. Poor bloke, veered to avoid a bump in the road and drove straight into the Father's front yard," he said grimly.
               "... Really?"
               Jacob chuckled, hugged his sister, and trudged on over the spongy ground. "You need to be less gullible, Henry."
               She strode after him, both sinking into the damp sod with every step. "You're the smartass here! Since when am I an expert on medieval architecture, or... I dunno, an expert on the History Of Countryside Medieval Chapels?"
               "Since when am I?" Jacob grunted as he pushed against the timeless door with all his bulk. "Come on." He held out his hand to Henrietta. "I suppose I know a little about medieval architecture."
               "You're such an idiot," she scoffed, every step of her Converse resounding off the worn stone and bouncing off the dull and dusty stained-glass depictions of saints and saviours and Satan.
               "Perhaps you're right. Idiocy is, after all, different than ignorance or enlightenment."
               "You're not that enlightened, Jake."
               He grinned incredulously and shook his head. "Henry, are you out of your mind, woman? Have you forgotten what –"
               "I haven't 'forgotten' anything, trust me. Jacob.... Everyone treats you like a normal person. And, I mean, you're like my brother, a real brother, because you've always been there since we adopted you.... But I'm starting to have my doubts about you, Jacob. You can say you feel affection for me or mum or dad. But do you really? I mean, enlightenment is more of an... emotional thing. You can't feel emotions, Jake."
               "My database holds nearly 1500 gigabytes of data and it's updated whenever I go see a doctor. And that's not including my programming. I just looked it up, and nowhere in its definition is enlightenment described as an emotional state." Jacob took her hand. "Henry. Emotions are nothing more than chemical processes in the human brain. And though those chemicals can't be duplicated in my body, it's the expression of emotion that counts, right? So even if I don't feel anything for you, acting like I love you achieves the same result."
               "Damn androids," Henrietta muttered.

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               Jacob looked up at the arch over the chapel gate, and the stone faces of hell stared back.
               His sister took his hand. "I don't think we're supposed to be here."
               He chuckled. "Why not? This here chapel's centuries old. No one's used it since 1973."
               "What happened in 1973?" Henrietta glanced warily up at the engraved griffins and snakes and demons.
               "The village's only priest decided to leave for Ethiopia after his goat was killed in a motorcycle crash. Poor bloke, veered to avoid a bump in the road and drove straight into the Father's front yard," he said grimly.
               "... Really?"
               Jacob chuckled, hugged his sister, and trudged on over the spongy ground. "You need to be less gullible, Henry."
               She strode after him, both sinking into the damp sod with every step. "You're the smartass here! Since when am I an expert on medieval architecture, or... I dunno, an expert on the History Of Countryside Medieval Chapels?"
               "Since when am I?" Jacob grunted as he pushed against the timeless door with all his bulk. "Come on." He held out his hand to Henrietta. "I suppose I know a little about medieval architecture."
               "You're such an idiot," she scoffed, every step of her Converse resounding off the worn stone and bouncing off the dull and dusty stained-glass depictions of saints and saviours and Satan.
               "Perhaps you're right. Idiocy is, after all, different than ignorance or enlightenment."
               "You're not that enlightened, Jake."
               He grinned incredulously and shook his head. "Henry, are you out of your mind, woman? Have you forgotten what –"
               "I haven't 'forgotten' anything, trust me. Jacob.... Everyone treats you like a normal person. And, I mean, you're like my brother, a real brother, because you've always been there since we adopted you.... But I'm starting to have my doubts about you, Jacob. You can say you feel affection for me or mum or dad. But do you really? I mean, enlightenment is more of an... emotional thing. You can't feel emotions, Jake."
               "My database holds nearly 1500 gigabytes of data and it's updated whenever I go see a doctor. And that's not including my programming. I just looked it up, and nowhere in its definition is enlightenment described as an emotional state." Jacob took her hand. "Henry. Emotions are nothing more than chemical processes in the human brain. And though those chemicals can't be duplicated in my body, it's the expression of emotion that counts, right? So even if I don't feel anything for you, acting like I love you achieves the same result."
               "Damn androids," Henrietta muttered.