Percival and Felicia retreat to their bed and stare at Iliana. “She is beautiful,” Percival says, “Maybe we should not wait long for another.” He says leaning in attempting to hold Felicia. “No Percival! I just had a baby. I am not ready for that.” Now they both sit uncomfortable. It is no…
Percival leaves the tavern hoping that his words have hit the mark in Gavin. If the surgeon loses hope…there is no hope. Only after he is outside the tavern does he notice Gavin’s son Godfrey walking next to him…as if he has been cued. Upon his return to the market, Percival notices a man standing…
I put Chas out of my mind and concentrated on the task at hand. “Ah yes, have a seat Vice President Ardis,” President Aron said when he spotted me. I glanced over at Mia in an attempt to get some indication of the mood President Aron was in. Her expression gave me no…
While Percival is at his stall, Town Crier Bertram walks over and gives him a message from the pigeon post. “I believe this is from a merchant in Tredony,” Bertram says. Percival makes a quick sell, then he opens the scroll. His merchant contact in Tredony reveals that they know nothing of any mysterious…
Percival closes his shop early. He has the idea to write his contacts in Tredony and Crafthole to find out if they have had any instances of sickness in their territories. Percival drafts his letter to his merchant contacts in both territories. At the same moment, Surgeon Gavin walks to his scribe table to devise…
Gavin is feeling stressed and is in need of a drink. With Jolene out of the clinic and no one around to stop him, Gavin decides to give in to his desire. He brews a light ale; something that Jolene will not smell on his breathe. Gavin drinks down a goblet and immediately feels…
After having his stalls open for only a few hours, Percival is already out of tonic. He leaves Felicia at the house to visit Surgeon Gavin to ask for more tonic. He finds the surgeon out in the garden picking herbs. “Pray pardon me Surgeon Gavin, but I am desperate for more tonics…
I arrived at work and began drafting the law that would increase the punishment for any human who attempted to steal from a bot. As I typed each word, I searched my processing system for any loopholes that I could hide within the law to give Frida a chance at freedom. I had to be…
Chas remained outside with the paparazzi, while I re-entered the house. He gave the reporter a statement on my behalf which was enough to satisfy them; at least for now. If it were possible for a bot to have a nervous breakdown, I believe that I would have had one. I just could not be…
Chas was already home when I returned that evening. How could I convince him to allow me to use his computer? Chas’ computer went with him wherever he went. It was like an extension of his hand. He rarely left it where I could just freely access it. I would have to ask to use…
