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she had always been. One of the memories that she could manage to pull out of her cloudy mind was of she and her friends arguing over the future of androids. There was something about man creating life, and the argument that some of these creations had crossed over into true sentience. These sentient androids, these “unrestrained,” had become the focus of politicians and law enforcement. Bonnie saw them as a scapegoat, a convenient target, when in reality they would only enhance human life.
    She found Sal’s contact code and decided to call him as she sipped her margarita and watched the waitress. A few times the girl would catch her staring, give her a smile, and then return to doing whatever it was that she was doing. Bonnie thought that it would be wonderful to have an android’s body. You would never age, you would be immune to all diseases, and if something got damaged you could have it repaired.
    “BONNIE!” Sal answered as if she was a long lost family member. She didn’t know whether to take it as sarcasm or genuine mirth. She paused as soon as he screamed her name, then knitted her brows and shook her head.
    “Did you expect my call or something?” she asked.
    “You’re a stranger that we stuck in a strange place to hide. Of course I expected your call, Bonnie. Everything good?”
    “Everything’s good, I just wanted to get an update on the case. Have you all been able to catch that bastard or did he flee town already?”
    “We’re going to catch him, you have my word on it. We have some very promising leads that we’re pursuing right now,” he said.
    Bonnie rolled her eyes and leaned in toward her device. “That sounds as if you’re feeding me a line. You do know that I used to sell computers to lawyers, right? I have a nose for the bull, Salvatore, and I don’t appreciate it.”
    “OH!” Sal exclaimed as if her words hurt and then descended into a fit of laughter. “Bonnie, my dear, I’m not feeding you lines. What happened to you was some serious, traumatic, crazy, alright? Neither I nor my partners in the Seattle police department are here to feed you lines, okay? We’re really on to this sonofabitch , so just bear with us. I will keep you updated, I promise.”
    “Thanks, Sal,” Bonnie said and then disconnected the call.
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    The next day, Bonnie decided to stay home and watch television. She really liked her apartment and with the memory loss she felt like a person that had been dropped into a new world and forced to adjust. This made dealing with people extremely hard, especially people that were supposed to be her family members and friends.
    She had grown tired of pushing her brain to see if she could remember things. So she sat on the couch nursing a drink and watching the local news with little interest. She was examining the bad dress the woman on the television was wearing when her mind drifted back to the android bartender.
    There was something off about that android but she couldn’t put her finger on it. How had she known that she was staring out of curiosity and not because she wanted her attention? She tried to remember every detail about the artificial woman. She was pale—that she remembered—and seemed out of place for sunny St. Petersburg. Her hair was perfect, skin smooth and flawless, and then there were those eyes, those emerald green—
    She dropped her drink, splashing red liquor all over the white carpet and couch. Those piercing android eyes were not like any other android that she had seen before. There was intelligence there, the sort of intelligence that was reminiscent of people—real people—trapped in futile situations. That look of both wondering and begging for help. It was so subtle and nuanced that it had taken all this time for it to register.
    The android had not come over to ask if she wanted another drink. Her eyes said, “Help me, I am an intelligent life-form stuck in this hell of repetition and abuse.” But why would an android