I sit in my little cage, in the living room, looking out at the packing crate. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Did I fail him? All those long years since he bought me, since he opened the crate I came in, and powered me, booted me, gave me my name. And now… She smiles at me, the woman. Celia. She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage. ...
I sit in my little cage, in the living room, looking out at the packing crate. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Did I fail him? All those long years since he bought me, since he opened the crate I came in, and powered me, booted me, gave me my name. And now… She smiles at me, the woman. Celia. She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage. ...
I sit in my little cage, in the living room, looking out at the packing crate. I don’t understand. Did I do something wrong? Is he mad at me? Did I fail him? All those long years since he bought me, since he opened the crate I came in, and powered me, booted me, gave me my name. And now… She smiles at me, the woman. Celia. She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage. ...