Andrea had since been restored to her natural, mechanical state, though she seemed to be running slightly asynchronous thought patterns during her rest cycles.
But she had been missing Vincent a great deal. Where had he been? Was he going to come back to them? These thoughts had all prayed on her mind. He promised he would always be there for her, no matter what happened, and though she knew she could not logically blame him for suddenly vanishing, a small portion of her processing power was devoted to such illogical pursuits.
She made her way to the kitchen and felt relief. "Vincent!" she said. "Where... where in the name of Issac Asimov have you been?"
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