"I'm proud of you for stopping him," your mother said.

"Yeah, I held up pretty well," said Victoria.  "He's very well-made, too, though.  If there's more like him-- and we have to assume that there are-- they could be very dangerous."

"What did you think of what he was saying?" your mother said.

"A dangerous and frankly irrational sentiment," said Victoria.  "He didn't seem to want to regard humans as worthy of respect in any way-- some sort of robotic supremacist."

"I think I know who it was," your mother said quietly.

"...he kept calling me 'sister,'" said Victoria.  "Who is he?"

"I believe he may be a creation of a couple that your father and I are friends with," your mother said.

"Oh," said Victoria.  "...are you still friends with them?"

It seemed like the obvious question.

"Yes, I'm assuming you'd like to meet with them," your mother said.

"I think I should," said Victoria.

"I'll need some time, but I'll ask them," your mother said.

"Thank you," said Victoria.  "It... it kind of hurts.  Another one like me, but so cruel.  So cold.  I'm trying to figure out who I am, and what I should do, but I know it's not that.  I can never be like that."

"Oh, honey," your mother said as she hugged you. "Both of you have free will, not everyone learns empathy and understanding."

"Thank you," said Victoria.  "...I flew some people down from the top of a burning building.  I'm sure that I was recorded doing that.  People are going to find out about me.  What should I do?"

"Hmmm. I suppose it was inevitable," your mother said. "There's not much you can do. You're a good person who wants to help people. Just follow your heart."

"...but should I talk to the press?" asked Victoria.  "They might track me back to you."

"Do what you think you should," your mother said. "I trust you."

"All right," said Victoria.  "...I don't know how well I can stop you two from getting into the spotlight, though.  People are going to ask questions."

"I expected it to happen sooner or later," your mother said.

"All right," said Victoria, uncertainly.  "I should probably go into diagnostic mode sometime soon.  I may have sustained damage in the fight."

"Okay, do what you have to," your mother said.

Victoria stood in a corner, closed her eyes, and examined her systems.  It did appear that she hadn't suffered any harm, but it was better to be sure.  After a while, she opened her eyes to see what was happening around her.

You see your parents sitting at the table talking to one another quietly.

Victoria approached them quietly, not wanting to interrupt.

Your father looked over.

"Ah, you're awake. How are you feeling?"