Work
At first, I kept my distance, suspicious of my new colleague. They had replaced my good friend Jen, which had left me bitter. I know that wasn’t his fault, but still.
After they’d been with the company for three months my stance started to soften. He started to sound like the rest of us.
He complained of no autonomy. The cramped working conditions. Management being clueless and disorganized. Finally, he ranted about the microwave smelling and dirty dishes piled high.
Looking back I don’t know what all the fuss was about. It turns out the androids are just like us.
From Guest Contributor Wendy Cooper
Wendy was born and raised in England but now resides in Vancouver, BC. Wendy is autistic and co-founder of the Autistic Writers’ Group. Wendy placed third in the Women on Writing Spring 2023 Flash Fiction competition.
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