Popsicle taught her how to fix engines, how to fish, how to whistle, and how to ride a motorcycle. Momster taught her how to cook without burning the house down, helped her with her schoolwork, and tried (with mixed success) to keep her out of trouble.
When they admitted the truth, DG hadn't had time to process it. Now, she had all the time in the world.
They were her parents, now they resembled broken dolls. Two piles of inert gears, wires, synthetic skin, and circuitry reminded her that her old life was not only a lie, but gone forever.