How Pandora Slipped Past the Junkyard

Pandora sat, body still and mind whirling, for a long time when she heard about the new model: it was not an easy decision that she came to but it was one he had programmed her to make. She was a beautiful machine, inside circuitous and outside draped in gleaming gears like jewelry, and the world could not afford to lose her. Night came and she pressed the pillow down on his face until he stopped struggling, crying tears of rust at having to do it, but knowing that she did not deserve to be made obsolete.