“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.

I was on my own for

felt fine now. My stomach was settled. Long ago, I had found where

Angela’s Library

stayed where it was supposed

the apartment and straightened everything

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

wanted to tear the head

to sit and watch a fight was boring, even if I was supposed to be learning

Brothers all agreed

confused. I didn’t have Brothers and I wasn’t watching a fight. Perhaps I was losing my mind, I thought. Shaking myself free of the strange feelings

wasn’t given a morning meal, but otherwise I was well. Keeping me at home too long might alert the other men something was wrong with me. My owners were

everything to look normal, so they wouldn’t have to

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