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anymore.”
    “Yes, Centurion 34 will not speak anymore.”
     
    “I definitely have my work cut out,” Lexis thought regarding the companion’s future upgrades. Though outdated, the Robot’s nomenclature had been designed with certain specificity. The Centurion was heavily armored, and was deadly accurate with a weapon. Lexis was confident in her knowledge. She could upgrade many aspects of the companions, giving them more human attributes.
    On the way back to Facility Number 28, Lexis had an indeterminate feeling about her physical wellbeing. Her legs and lower abdomen started cramping. An intolerable tightness gripped at her lower back as wave of nausea flooded her processor; followed by a splitting headache.
    Lexis suddenly felt wet between her legs; her synthetic blood was seeping through her pants. After running a quick analysis, she realized she had just miscarried Jason’s baby. Stunned, she thought, “The child was my only connection to the man.” Fluid welled up in the corners of her eyes, and the excruciating pain returned to her chest. “Maybe the fight with the Humanoid caused the fetus to self-abort.” Inside, her emotional pain was out of control; it was if something was torn from her flesh.
    After exiting the cabin, she entered the Integrated Equipment Room and thought, “I need to rest in my Command Pod.”
    Lexis spent nearly three days inside her Command Pod running deeper physical diagnostic scans trying figure out the exact reason why she lost Jason’s baby.
    When exiting the Integrated Equipment Room, Lexis’s dour mood was self-evident in her behavior; with her blood soaked shirt, she angrily stormed out of the Chameleon, and entered Facility 28. Inside, a flurry of robotic activity seemed to give her new home life. Domestic robots carried out their routine duties; they were busy cleaning all the surfaces.
    Lexis stormed up to the medical lab, flung open the door, and nearly knocked Centurion 34 over, who closely followed.
     
    “Wait out here.”
    “Yes, Centurion 34 will wait out here.”
    “You do that,” she bitterly said, nearly shutting the Medical Laboratory door in his face.
     
    Due to overwhelming surge in hormones, Lexis’s logic processor was being flushed with emotions. She could no longer control the excessive chemicals her body was generating; this deluge was drastically changing her advanced neural network. Her comprehension of all things became more blurred; she could not understand what was going on with her nor control the mood swings.
    During the diagnostic evaluation, and although she had freewill, she found out her additive programming would not allow her to have babies. The nomenclature of a Synthetic Onboard Female In-Cab Authority or (S.O.F.I.A.) was specifically designed for co-piloting the Chameleon but not for having babies. Only a Surrogate Model could carry a baby to full term. Strangely, she could carry a developed fetus for up to five weeks, but sadly to only have it self-abort.
    Inside the lab was a plethora of biomedical instrumentation, and after a quick inventory she thought, “Everything I need is here to fulfill my plan.”
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    P ECORA B REAKFAST
     
     
    A hard early morning wind pushed her blonde hair across her face, whipping long wisps in front of her eyes. Swiftly fingering them aside, she intently looked down from the plateau’s top at the Humanoid’s encampment. Lexis waited.
    The morning sun cracked at the horizon’s edge when movement in front of the elongated structure caught her eye; she zoomed in on a sole Humanoid. By the size of the creature, she surmised, “An adolescent.”
    A Martian Humanoid’s life cycle was fast compared to a Human. Culminating to only five months, their birth cycle is short, and they grow to adult size in less than four years. On average, they lived twenty-five to thirty years.
    Lexis watched a young