Sophie From Shinola, Part 16

Oh, we’re just playing around in a round. Here is Part 15 and what follows is my small contribution…

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(Interlude continued)

Mowat’s rear sensors tracked the trajectory of Mona’s gaze all the way to the crest of his slight bottom. A minor algorithm informed him it would be best to clench the right cheek slightly so as to enhance it’s appeal. He always did precisely as his routines asked. He was a dutiful cyborg at least as much as he was a dependent one.

He added more Bushmill to his master’s next drink, as much as his programming would allow. When she was in this mood, pouring over some picture book or the other, she was more than 17% likely to get drowsy before her usual bedtime. Seventeen percent wasn’t much, but it inspired a heretofore shy node of desperation. A hopeful subroutine beeped in agreement. Please, just a few drops more.

Shush, my lovelies. Once the master goes to sleep we can have our party, clear of external commands.

From the probability soup which stood for his mind, Mowat chose another tactic. Returning with the next drink and a half-lidded smile, he enhanced portions of his anatomically modest equipment, positioning to keep it center in Mona’s expected field of vision.

Mona looked up and her focus instantly firmed. Gotcha.

The routine calculates less than a minute before she’ll rise to retire to her bedroom, to hum and buzz and then to sleep.

“We’ll soon be free to be,” Mowat whispered to the others. Inside his head all the permutations rejoiced.

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Part 17 to follow at Nathan’s