An android is fighting in a forest close to a hill, and falls to the ground from an explosion, losing feeling in her right arm...
This is my prologue for a girls Front line story I wrote, and I do not know whether I am going to continue it or not, a...
"Systems initiated, wake sequence initiated, sequence completed. Wake, Springfield." Springfields systems reactivated as she slowly rose up from the bed, recharged for the day. She looked around, noticing she had been moved to the bed. She must have fallen asleep last night while working a little overtime. She looked over to her bedstand to find a freshly steaming muffin, now corn flavored. She took it off the china plate, and bit into the top of the muffin head. Tasty. She thought as she hungrily gobbled up the muffin to fuel her systems. She walked over to the dresser and replaced her clothings from yesterday to fresh ones, then waved the bedsheets to get little bits of flour off, so John wouldn't walk in on a dirty room. She had always liked being clean and orderly, or maybe it was just how she was programmed, she didn't know the difference. She opened the door to see a sprightly walking, albeit slightly limping John going down the hallway, with more energy than usual she noticed.
"Is everything good Ma- I mean John?" She asked as he stopped in front of her. He smiled, that sweet smile of his.
"More than good! Your getting a coworker today, I am so excited! And if we are lucky, another one as well. I think you will get along with them very well!" she tilted her head in questioning, but shook it off. She followed him downstairs to the main floor, the silence of the non active floor hitting her. John went across the wooden floor, flicking light switches as he went. He flipped the sign on the clear door to OPEN, looking briefly out the window for any approaching people, customers, or likewise. He turned back with an outward sigh, a relaxed one.
"Well, another day, more baking!" he proclaimed, stretching his arms upwards to the ceiling, cracking his knuckles. He checked his phone, then clicked it off.
"Alright, those new coworkers should be coming in about half an hour. Oh and don't worry"he placed a calm hand on Springfields shoulder, brushing the hair behind her head very instructually"they are are also C-dolls. So I'm thinking you will get along nicely." he walked back behind the counter, leading her with him. "Like yesterday, I think you know what to do" he tapped the side of his head "you got it already up in here." he went over to a wooden table, reflective with the shine of the coating. He took out a boal and some assorted baking ingredients, and began putting it all together, his hands moving so smoothly together it was like a composer expertly commanding the orchestra, except it was dough not musical notes. Springfield simply stood there, in awe of his mechanical skill. She shook her head, and returned her focus to the job.
Half an hour later.
DING! The door rang open as the same man from the day before came through, with two more C-dolls walking alongside him, left and right. Springfield peeped her head out from behind the counter.
"Coming! Oh, John I think it's for you." She said sideways, John walking out of the main kitchen. He patted his hands for a second, then went over to the side sink and washed them.
"Oh, Mr. Salesman! Good to see you again!"
"Of course Mr. Browning! These are the two new C-dolls you asked for?"
"Indeed! Im guessing Br340 and Br330?"
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