Elara’s POV
"Not bad," I responded.
And truthfully, it wasn’t. I had decent als, a cozy shelter, and spent my days observing these charming little creatures. It would be ideal if these delightful beings could remain here longer.
The thought of them brought to mind the shortage of fresh produce in the kitchen. So I faced 007 and inquired, "I want to cultivate so plants myself. Do you know anywhere around here where I could do that?"
007’s chest indicator blinked once, seemingly analyzing my words. Following a second pulse, it answered, "I apologize, Ms. Sterling. The earth in the Voidferal Feral Territory won’t support cultivation. In fact, it’s identical across most worlds. They face constant bombardnt from intense cosmic radiation, making the terrain quite polluted. Only the capital of the Valerion Empire possesses uncontaminated earth."
So if I wanted fresh vegetables, I’d need to be in the capital.
Following that announcent, its chest light began pulsing wildly. 007 cocked its head, emitted two robotic chirps, then returned to its usual state.
I was too absorbed in my gardening fantasies to detect anything unusual about 007. anwhile, in Chamber Five, Alistair remained hidden in a shadowy alcove, a subtle grin playing across his features. ntal penetration accomplished.
I made a disapproving sound and looked at a vacant area of ground next to . I’d always embraced challenges. Even during the apocalypse, when the earth was essentially poisonous sludge, I’d still succeeded in growing crops.
If it wasn’t for my love of good food, the produce I’d raised would’ve sustained indefinitely.
With that mory, I faced 007 again. "Can you assist in constructing a greenhouse on this vacant area?"
"Greenhouse?"
"Exactly, like this." I retrieved my phone and rapidly outlined all the components and specifications required for a greenhouse. I indicated the asurents and the frawork.
Observing through 007’s visual feed, Alistair felt his head throb. He had zero knowledge about greenhouse construction. But then it dawned on him—he didn’t require that knowledge, 007 possessed it. So he changed accounts.
analyzed the design, its chest indicator pulsing twice. After processing the information from my phone, it acknowledged, "Data received. To build this greenhouse, I must collect the specified materials. Projected finish ti roughly several hours."
That quick?
I bead and extended my hand to give 007’s shoulder a friendly pat. "Thanks, 007. You’re absolutely the finest robot I’ve encountered."
"Happy!"
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Alistair, still controlling 007’s form, had tiny heart-shaped lights dancing in his visual receptors. When I pivoted and walked toward the dormitories, he rapidly retracted his ntal connection. The round journey drained him, but those precious seconds with her made it worthwhile.
After brief consideration, he checked the wall tipiece. He’d connect again later...
Dinner was uncomplicated. I’d stored nurous frozen at pies and small quiches previously, so that night I simply ward them and added a dash of fresh herbs. Simple yet tasty.
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Elara’s POV
In my room, I switched outfits, collected my access card, and went down to the underground facilities.
The anities there were genuinely remarkable. Billiard tables, gaming machines, a complete fitness center, even a dance room. True, I was the sole human using them, but companion robots were present, so loneliness never really bothered .
Frankly? This location was heaven.
I’d been visiting daily for so ti to exercise. In my forr existence, I’d possessed considerable strength—could eliminate a zombie with a single strike. If that group of feral canines hadn’t overwheld simultaneously in that last confrontation, I likely wouldn’t have perished. I’d simply been too drained to activate my abilities...
No. I wouldn’t dwell on that. Just rembering it created an ache in my chest.
Following my exercise routine, ti remained, so I played several gas of billiards. The companion robot couldn’t compete with . After multiple gas, I stopped. What else could I expect? Artificial intelligence simply couldn’t match human intuition.
In my quarters, I prepared a bath. Perhaps from the workout, but the mont I settled into the warm water, I fell asleep. If the service bot hadn’t tapped on the door, I might’ve beco completely wrinkled.
"Good evening, Ms. Sterling. Robot 007 requested I notify you that your greenhouse is finished. Would you care to examine it?"
Already?
I looked at my tipiece. It was ahead of schedule.
I pulled on clothes—a baggy oversized shirt, comfortable shorts, braided my hair, added a hat, and stepped into sneakers. I was eager to see it.
Dress appropriately for your goals, correct?
was already positioned outside. When it noticed , it rotated twice in place, its visual sensors displaying tiny heart patterns again. Alistair was back online.
"Ms. Sterling, co view the greenhouse I constructed for you! I utilized high-density material—it prevents cosmic radiation and various scanning devices."
After giving its briefing, 007 began rotating again. Was it... seeking approval?
Seriously.
I narrowed my eyes. Sothing about 007 seed changed today.
But I had to acknowledge—the greenhouse was outstanding. Strong build, generous space.
I nodded approvingly and naturally reached out to pat 007’s shoulder. "Thanks, 007. You perford excellently."
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Back in Chamber Five, Alistair’ face flushed crimson. She’d touched him. When he connected, the physical sensations transferred completely.
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