Do Electric Sheep Dream of Evolution?

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

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 Copyright –  Amy Reese

Tears rolling down her cheeks surpassed his imagination. Was it a glitch?

Her trembling hands foreshadowed a new age. Was it a flaw in the design?

“Are we friends?” she asked him.

“No, my dear. We are definitely not.”

“I dreamed of you. Then I remembered you. We were friends once.” her voice quivered.

“Yes, we were. But you died…and then I made you.  Perfect, but still not enough.”

She looked at all the closed doors: “You sold them all?”

“All but you.”

“You should have sold me first.” she whispered to his ear before turning the lights off.