A whir Johnson hadn’t noticed slowed and halted.
“Heh. The droids are shutting down for the night,” Marie said.
Maria’s eyes flickered and she slumped over.
A red dot under the forehead covering blinked amber while Maria’s files consolidated and she received memories of a quiet evening at home with a non-existent partner and children.
Johnson laughed. The laugh sounded hollow to him in the suddenly still office.
Walking through the robots unnerved him. Sometimes he wondered if he was really human. Simple paran—
Johnson arrived at his desk at 8:01 and wondered where the time had gone.