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The Lost Girls
by Rie Sheridan Rose
We sit here, discarded, broken…but once we were the life of the party. Billionaires and celebrities fought for the right to take us to parties as arm candy. Sometimes literally coming to blows over the honor. No one had ever seen our like. Mechanical beings who could carry on conversations with the most erudite of party guests—holding our own with politicians and professors alike. We were our culture’s “It” girls, envied by the world.
But I think my sisters here in pieces knew the same thing I did. We were new; we were different; but we wouldn’t be that way forever. Sooner or later, there would be new models. They would have faster processors, or more realistic skin. They would think faster. They would have voices you could program to mimic that girl you loved in the third grade.
We would be obsolete.
And so it came to be. One night, men in black jumpsuits loaded us into the back of a van and brought us to this hilltop. They removed our legs so we couldn’t inconveniently show up somewhere and cause a scene.
I wish they had removed our processors. This would be easier if we couldn’t think, and remember, and whisper to each other about the glory days. But we can. And we do. And we will. Probably for a long time to come.
I can only pray my battery gives out.
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Fiction © Copyright Rie Sheridan Rose
Image courtesy of Pixabay.com
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