Evelyn"Slow down, Evelyn, you're like a machine!"
But I am a machine, I wanted to shriek, in between the meaty mouthfuls of another breed. What are we all, I wanted to proffer, but vaguely animalistic androids deluded by our own fleshy facade?Alas, I said naught, remaining the fly on the wall, ever the unremarkable finger-puppet I am expected to be. I dance until my feet, once tightly bound with satin of pink, now bare and calloused from the cold timber floor, each step a trod on broken glass.I silently removed myself from my assigned plot of the dining room, pacing silently to my quarters. Humans, I pondered, are such self-centered beings. They consider it an honour to be recognized under their genus, assuming all creatures wish to be of their greatness but are too dull-witted to realize it. Albeit, I resent how oft I am referred to one of them. Whilst I cannot escape the fact that I am a member of their family, surely I am not a member of the family of Homo Sapiens? Surely my supe