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‘Hmmm . . . you’re not my mum,’ I said, scratching my chin and lookingher up and down. She had skinnymetal legs, just like a robot would,except at the end of them wereclippy-cloppy brown shoes. Dentedinto her metal skirt in scary-lookingcapitals was the name ‘MAVIS 3000’.

bleeped MAVIS 3000, her mouth notmoving.

‘So where are my mum and dad and little sister?’ I said, peering past herinto the hallway. Usually our hallwayis filled up with trainers and coats andtennis balls and things like that. Nowit was just an empty metal tube withflashing buttons on the walls.

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