yn wo

er bedside, holding her hand, his face filled wit

he penthouse laboratory,

h

main lab. I was a prisoner, an exhibit. Ethan came in once, not t

cklace from my neck. "Th

e ring from my finger.

ng me in a standard, gray android jumpsuit.

copy, a thing. He erased Jocelyn Fu

real tor

optical sensors. If I looked away from the main lab where they lived, where th

kissed her, the same

her, whispering the same p

hat was once ours, while the system punished me fo

er of my place. I was not a person. I was a

inkled her nose as she wa

oison. "What is that oily, synthetic smell? It'

e, his expression hardenin

grim. He dragged me out and down a ster

" he said, his voice cold. "

t rained down on me. It felt like fire on my synthetic

! It hurts! It

oice muffled. "Your specs say you're invulnerable to chemical corrosion.

to endure the chemical fire alone, m