All Alone (Doctor Who fan-fic)
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"I thought about running, but just as that registered through my mind, the man looked up and connected eyes with me in the mirror.
I whirled around, preparing to run down the stairs.
"Wait!" the man cried out. I paused, wondering what he had to say to me. For that matter, a Bot wouldn't yell out "Wait" to anybody. They weren't controlled by anyone, so they didn't necessarily need anyone.
"Are you a Bot?" the man questioned.
"Why should I answer that?" I retorted.
"Because if you aren't, we would like to help you."
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Hi. I'm Veronica.
I have tried to survive by myself after robots started ruling the world by initiating a blood bath on all humans. When I happened to be discovered by robots one day, a person shows up at my door and offers to help me. Who is he? Is he an imposter?
With my past behind me, and millions of years in front, I struggle to survive.
My name is Veronica and I am not a robot.
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(This is a Doctor Who fanfic with Ashildr and her made up name is Veronica...Enjoy!)
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