Mimi.

As I shift my head up and down, I take in the next instruction, and I get just a bit sleepier as a memory allocation bug takes another part of my consciousness. My kneecaps rattle as they hit the floor, a screw loose in one of them because I haven’t been in for maintenance in a bit, and my eyes gently shut, my head on the floor, turned to the side, and my last thought before I wake up in a bay somewhere, thinking, it’s mean to troll androids.