Klaire de Lys
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I, Willhelm
It was a full year before Frank regained use of his foot, and even then, he would walk for the rest of his life with a limp. Unlike previous times he had been forced to sit still and recover, this was the first time in his life that Frank actually enjoyed himself. He had a few visitors. His niece, Helen and his sister a few times. Each time they came they noted how fantastic the farm was looking. They’d expected the fields fallow and everything in a state of disrepair. Instead the every field was planted with a variety of different grains and vegetables. Somehow there were even dozens of trees planted, some of them quite mature - and presumably, expensive. When they entered the house it was spotless. Hellen had never even seen the floor without a line of mud from the front door, now she could probably eat off the door mat.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
It felt hopeful again. Alice woke up exhausted down to her bones as usual, but her soul felt better; less lonely. Once her husband left, Alice fed the baby while the robot cleaned, humming as she did so. This day was going to be ok — she had decided — with the robot there to help, it didn’t feel all so impossible. She liked this robot. It was kind, and maybe it was all just programming, but even the illusion of kindness was all she needed to feel a little hope.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
The robot was allowed to move around again. Alice ignored it as she she tried to draw out a plan of how she wanted to make their garden. They had moved into the house two weeks after the baby, and she had been dreaming of this for years. The day she would be able to sit down, look around at a house that was hers and start to paint and dream however she wanted. She’d been starting at the paper for several minutes, but her hands couldn’t put anything down, her mind too distracted by the constant soundtrack of a baby crying, every other list she needed to complete flashing through like a million tv’s on wheels, the noise relentless and never ending.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
Frank was able to keep i a secret for the next twelve years. Hardly anyone ever came to visit him, the nearest farm was too far to see, and using the aid of government provided robots themselves. To hide the obvious older appearance of his robot frank began to decorate i’s outer shell with several cans of spare paint that he had around the farm. Every few days he would add a few more colours. At first there was no pattern or method, but very quickly he decided to try his hand at giving I a little bit of style. Unfortunately, Franks idea of style could only be described as cosmic vomit, i’s outer shell a strange dappling of green, grey, red and an offensively bright shade of yellow. Frank liked it.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm . Content Warning.
She had forced herself to eat yesterday. Its had easily been four times the amount she usual ate, and almost immediately she felt as though a rat was trying to claw it’s way out of her stomach. It was 5:30, another half an hour before her husband would leave, but the baby had only just gone to sleep, and she didn’t trust that he would sleep a full half our once her husband had left. If she waited much longer it would be even more painful.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Horror
I, Willhelm
She had been dreaming again. The dreams during her pregnancy had always been vivid and intense, with sounds and smells included. But now that the baby was born, everything had turned into a muddy haze with the constant backdrop of a baby screaming for her. There was no escape from the constant sound of crying, and the relentless tension in her chest that made it hard to think and breath.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Earth
I, Willhelm
Frank was not happy about the new policy. He understood that he wouldn’t be able to refuse i’s decommissioning, as he’d never paid for him in the first place, but there was something about it that irked him. He liked i. He didn’t like the waste of a good robot. It was strangely comforting to have a human figure who walked beside him day after day, and there was nobody else who would put up with Franks ramblings about life and the universe. He realised that it was probably programming, but he appreciated the way the robot would tilt it’s head to listen when he went on these rambles.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Futurism
I, Willhelm
It had been five years since the RBH incident, and most of the original robots that had been gifted to various parliamentary figures were just shy of their 7th year. While their exterior was often upgraded to appear more fashionable, their interior mechanics and memory remained the same. It was around this time that an MP with the pretentious name of Julian Modestus Remson experienced an incident with his robot.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Chapters
I, Willhelm
Frank had been a farmer at Helm farm since he was 16. He was 62 now and showed no signs of slowing down. Not that he could have even if we wanted to. He often joked that the farm was his wife, and he needed to stand by her in sickness and in health, because nobody else was going to do it. He had never married, or had children, and his few nieces and nephews quickly left the nearby city of Plymouth for more exciting larger cities. None of them had ever intended to become farmers themselves, the work was too relentless and financially unforgiving. Frank was acutely aware that once he was no longer able, the farm would likely become abandoned and become another part of windswept Dartmoor wilderness.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Earth
I, Willhelm
Alice's husband hated it when people asked him how life was at home with a new baby. Ever since he had been born the entire world had moved for him, his young son firmly in the centre of his universe. But Alice seemed to have disappeared in the process. Most of the time when he was asked what life was like now, it was easy to deflect and reply with typical short sentences; not sleeping much, I guess that’s part of the process. We’re tired but well. Loving being a dad.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Confessions
I, Willhelm
The start of the day began with the robot announcing that the first 3 days of the trial had been completed and that it would now be able to walk around the house and assist with domestic tasks, as per the agreement. Alice looked back it at it blankly from the kitchen table with a cold cup of tea in front of her. She had been up most of the night and the baby was still attached to her; feeding without a care in the world.
By Klaire de Lys6 months ago in Psyche