/tags/mf-fembot/Recent content in MF-Fembot on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usThu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2007/05/17/goodbye-annadol/Thu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2007/05/17/goodbye-annadol/<p>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…</p> <p>She smiles at me, the woman. Celia.</p> <p>She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage.</p>/stories/2007/05/17/goodbye-annadol/Thu, 17 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2007/05/17/goodbye-annadol/<p>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…</p> <p>She smiles at me, the woman.  Celia.</p> <p>She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage.</p>/stories/2007/05/06/goodbye-annadol/Sun, 06 May 2007 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2007/05/06/goodbye-annadol/<p>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…</p> <p>She smiles at me, the woman.  Celia.</p> <p>She comes out of the kitchen, pushing aside the curtain of plastic beads, and kneels by my cage.</p>