The cleanup helper gently dusted the curtains. Then, over Sinclair’s protests, it peeled the glow-in-the-dark stars off the ceiling and swallowed them…followed by Sinclair’s area rug, bed, and dresser…
Coughing out dark matter globules, it turned to Sinclair, mouth open.
Sinclair snorted, producing pliers from his pocket. “Okay. Let’s iterate.”