“Do we send for Healers?” one of my owners asked. “They are very expensive.”

“It didn’t even need the Keepers yesterday,” another of them groused.

“We paid them to sit and stare at our experiments all day.”

I hated to be seen as a burden. My cost should always be nominal so they would continue to keep me, so I risked irritating them and spoke up.

“When I was sick on Earth, I always stayed home alone. No one ever watched me, Sirs,” I told them honestly.

My fake Masters hated to hear me speak, but that is what they wanted to do already. They left me in their rooms and told me to heal myself.

like my period I was on my own

had found where they kept food

Angela’s Library

it was supposed

the apartment and

and thought of Master Damien and his Brothers. It was

I felt vicious. I wanted to tear

sit and watch a fight was boring, even if I

all agreed

and I wasn’t watching a fight. Perhaps I was

was well. Keeping me at home too long

everything to look normal, so they

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