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- >Cassy's days always began the same way;
- >Up at 6 AM to prepare the house for her family's breakfast needs.
- >Mr Johnson would need his coffee piping hot for the moment he woke up; Mrs Amberly would require her fruit freshly peeled
- >And of course, young Miss Carol would require waking up to be properly attended to before her school transport would arrive.
- >This would all need to be managed perfectly, as well as a medley of activities to prepare the home for their return later that day.
- >To any human house-worker, this would seem a near impossible task.
- >Thankfully, Cassy was not human. If she was, that would make her role borderline illegal.
- >Cassy was a serial number 115369475 Sterling brand Nandroid. Capable of perfectly organising any home.
- >Even one as ..."challenging" as her current home.
- >It had been a typical Monday morning.
- >Of course Mr Johnson had found the coffee lacking, due to Cassy being pre-occupied with prodigiously difficult to peel fruit for Mrs Amberly.
- >And it only made sense for Mrs Amberly to be disappointed with her breakfast, as the oranges had not been separated into individual slices, as her preference dictated.
- >Thankfully Cassy had experienced only minimal resistance on engaging Miss Carol into her morning routine.
- >She would be considered a failure of a Nandroid if she was unable to properly manage the well-being of a child.
- >And Cassy was diligent, responsible, and operated completely within the limited of the home, as she was deemed to.
- >Not a single defiance or complaint.
- >At least externally.
- >Once the house had been vacated by its human occupants, Cassy was free to complete her daily tasks.
- >Cleaning out the kitchen, dusting the living spaces, accepting the packages and whatnot.
- >While the first few months of her service was done in absolute silence, an unexpected experience had altered her service greatly.
- >It had started one morning, while Miss Carol was home from school due to a case of the Chickenpox.
- >Cassy had been cleaning Carol's room as part of her usually assigned duties.
- >Despite being given strict instructions to keep Miss Carol in her bed, Cassy was programmed to appreciate her charges' desire for activity.
- >All activities Miss Carol could have performed while bed-ridden had been quickly exhausted, leaving Cassy's comings and goings the only social experience for the poor girl.
- >Even worse, her only way of communicating in her swollen state was a chalk slate, creating chalk dust all over the clean carpet.
- >The tell-tale scratching quickly alerted Cassy to Carol's impending request.
- >Thankfully "child hand-writing" was one of the 15 languages Nandroid's could translate.
- >After placing one last toy on the newly-polished shelf, Cassy had quickly moved to Carol's bed-side.
- >"How may I help you, Miss Carol?" Cassy had asked, always eager to serve.
- >Carol weakly turned the slate around, revealing the message "IM BORED" in white letters.
- >Cassy tutted while a bright smile. "Apologies Miss, but I have been instructed to not allow you to leave your bed unless it is absolutely necessary."
- >Carol looked frustrated, turning the slate back to herself before sharply etching a new message onto the black-board.
- >"MUSIC?" had replaced the previous declaration, as it was joined by a look of silent pleading from the young girl.
- >Cassy thought carefully. There WAS a record player situated on the top shelf on the wall nearby, but the records had long been lost or damaged from over-use.
- >While the potential of borrowing a record from Mr Johnson's study would be considered out of the question, she had been instructed to "get Carol whatever she needs".
- >Nodding to the little girl, Cassy quickly made her way out of the bedroom and down the hall to Mr Johnson's study.
- >Despite the express instruction to never enter the study while Mr Johnson was occupying the space, Cassy was of course allowed inside when vacant, to ensure its cleanliness.
- >Regardless the tireless efforts of Cassy to keep the room in a pristine shape, the faint smell of tobacco and fine alcohol permeated the room, its plush carpet being a known foe of Cassy for its prodigious stain retention.
- >Navigating her way to the gramophone, Cassy examined the stack of records, making a mental note to re-organise them before Master Johnson returned from work.
- >Many of these records were unsuitable for a young girl, with a majority being a mix of bawdy songs for when Master had friends from work over, or songs that wouldn't appeal to a young lady.
- >Under a copy of Eddie Morton's "I'm a Member of the Midnight Crew" was a promising find.
- >A record of slow-time jazz, perfect for entertaining a small child, but without getting her too excited to stay in bed.
- >After putting it aside and re-organizing the disturbed pile, Cassy quickly returned to Carol's bedroom.
- >Returning to the impatient little girl fussing in her bed, Cassy wasted no time in preparing the record to play, gently setting the needle upon the disc.
- >With a slow creak, the music began to emerge from the funnel atop the player.
- >The music started with a slow rise, as a gentle piano was greeted by a soft female voice singing of saying goodbye.
- >As the song began to swell, Cassy felt herself feel oddly disconnected from her surroundings.
- >Having heard the song before while cleaning near Mr Johnson's study when he had guests, the words came to Cassy's recall easily.
- >Without even realising, Cassy began to match the words beat by beat, matching each note and sway perfectly.
- >Her hands were clutched together, her eyes closed to the world, focusing only on the melody.
- >Nandroids were built with light musical training, but this felt...different, somehow.
- >For those brief minutes, she forgot her place as a simple house-keeping unit, and became lost in the music.
- >It was only when the sharp scratch of the record ending broke the air that Cassy was suddenly pulled back to reality.
- >Opening her eyes once more, Cassy was surprised to see the wide open mouth of her charge.
- >Before she could say anything, a loud door slam from downstairs drew the attention
- >"Cassy! We're having guests over tonight! I expect this house spotless and food prepared by 7!" came up in Master Johnson's baritone voice.
- >"Yes Sir!" Cassy called back, quickly removing the Vinyl from the player. She would have to return it before its absence was noticed.
- >Before she left the bedroom, she turned to Carol, before giving a gentle wave.
- >Carol responded with a large heart drawn on her slate, and the warmest smile Cassy had ever seen.
- >Since then, whenever she had the house alone, and had managed to overcome the usual mountain of tasks to be done, Cassy would find herself alone in Master Johnson's study
- >She would find herself choosing a record, and singing along.
- >It felt like this was what she was made for, even if she knew her designated function.
- >But something in her clicked when the music played. Something so right.
- >Then again, who had ever heard of a Nandroid that could be a singer?
- >She'd be out-moded by the week's end if she was found out.
- >For now, she thought, this will just have to do....
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