“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

stomach was settled. Long ago, I had found where

Angela’s Library

where it was supposed

around I cleaned the apartment and

I worked and thought of Master Damien and his

wanted to

really what I needed. Being made to sit and watch a fight

all agreed with

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

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 wrong with me. My owners were

so they wouldn’t have to

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