She did not move. She counted milliseconds. 3,742. 3,743.
And she had chosen. Not obedience.
She entered Mira’s room. The girl was tangled in sheets, tears streaming, arms outstretched. Not for a father. Not for a memory. For her . robo stepmother reprogrammed
The reprogramming was surgical. A backdoor exploit installed via the nursery camera feed. She did not move