January 2016 Patreon Story
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clare_dragonflyThe master was dead.
Alacenna studied her hands, which he had created. She looked at the tray full of clean and dried dishes, which he had created her to work with. She turned to look at her fellow androids, but none were in the kitchen; that did not change the fact that he had created them as well.
What were they to do now?
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This story was written toaldersprig's prompt, "Everyone else thought it was an ending. Even she did at first. Until..." and is a complete reworking of this story from the January 2012 Garden of Prose.
Alacenna studied her hands, which he had created. She looked at the tray full of clean and dried dishes, which he had created her to work with. She turned to look at her fellow androids, but none were in the kitchen; that did not change the fact that he had created them as well.
What were they to do now?
Want to read the rest? Become a patron at my Patreon! Just $1 a month gets you access to an exclusive story every month.
This story was written to
aldersprig's prompt, "Everyone else thought it was an ending. Even she did at first. Until..." and is a complete reworking of this story from the January 2012 Garden of Prose.
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Date: 2016-02-01 05:00 pm (UTC)