“As I do not think I will be coming home for some time, I’d like you to go out and see the world that surrounds you. There may be no difference between one day or ten years to you, Alpha. But I feel that someday there will be things you remember fondly. Take care of yourself.”
-	Owner
The news did not surprise me, albeit I was ill at ease. Things were comfortable at the café, and I had my regulars from the town. Gramps was always welcomed at my café especially after saving my life. Why did I want to see her again?  Did it make sense for somebody who was in-organic to love a carbon-based organism?
While I wasn’t designed to question my own existence, I did harbor thoughts that well forth like water from a spring. It gushes gently beckoning me to think again and again what my purpose was. I know that I am the older sister to many younger brother, sisters, and folx in between. They were aviators, artists, and adventurers. They could repair broken technology, venture forth into the greatest dangers, or travel beyond the stars of our solar system. Yet, I was a prototype. A test bench. She brought me home from the lab to help with chores, menial chores. What can I say, there just wasn’t enough room to install a dishwasher so… I started washing the dishes for her.
I began to do things for her. Honestly, me an android washing a grown woman’s underwear. It seemed silly, but it also felt nice to be needed. That I was useful beyond a simple test bench for software, and I was more than the sum of hardware. After all, I couldn’t possibly compete with my



“He was much older than me, but he was another man thinking of the same woman. Sure, we’d met her at different times, yet she had the same effect.”