“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.

was on my own for the

where they kept food in the kitchen, so I ate a little about

Angela’s Library

where it

the apartment and

as I worked and thought of Master Damien and his Brothers. It was

I felt vicious. I wanted to tear the head off

what I needed. Being made to sit and watch a fight was boring, even if I was supposed

all agreed with

didn’t have Brothers and I wasn’t watching a fight. Perhaps

Keepers the next day. The morning nausea happened so I wasn’t given a morning meal, but otherwise I was well. Keeping me at home too long might alert the other men something was

normal, so

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