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Sheila stuck her head tentatively into the kitchen. "Dick?" she asked, looking around for the man who had stolen her manufactured heart. She hadn't seen him in a while and was getting worried about him. Unable to find anyone, she started humming and singing as she wondered through the base ( Read more... ) -
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Things are getting...confusing. I'm starting to wonder if I've made the right decision...
The new corporal scares me. I think he might be the one to finally break the peace of this place.
I just want to curl up in Dick's arms and forget everything. -
Peace
Things have been quiet around here. Being inside all of the time is taking some getting used to, let alone livin with Dick. Not that it's at all bad, just...different ( Read more... ) -
Thoughts
Confused, nervous. Slowly Sheila started to enter the words in her systems into the database, trying to clear her processors.
Surprised, I guess. That's how I feel. Excited, but mostly nervous. This is a...massive change, and I can't help but feel anxious about it. Dick knows what he is doing, though, and I trust him completely. He wouldn't ( Read more... ) -
Come to your senses...
Today has been busy, and it is not even over yet. I accidentally ran into the Red Sergeant and we...had a talk. He misses Dick, and I do not think that he knows about us. But everything just...made me sad ( Read more... ) -
Real life's getting more like fiction each day...
Sheila spends the rest of that day and most of the next few wandering around the Blue side of the canyon in a bit of a daze. She is in a bit of shock about the sudden changes in her relationship with Simmons-happy, but still surprised ( Read more... ) -
Crossed Circuits...
I saw Lopez today. He...he had another female robot with him and...I just couldn't bring myself to feel for him like I used to. He, on the other hand, made it quite clear that he still feels the same about me.
And I left him. I left him standing there with that robot and I ran. Or rumbled, rather...back to Blue Base ( Read more... ) -
Confused
I...I do not know who I am, and it scares me. I know what I am called: "Sheila", though Caboose refers to me as "big tank lady". I do not know what to make of this. I cannot even project an image of myself; how can I, when I do not know who that is? Nevermind that I do not have the techonological capacities to do so. It is the principle of the ( Read more... )