"Go ahead, it's right there, but whether you can get it depends on your luck."
Ruan Ying watched Wen's departing silhouette and muttered, "Do robots have luck?"
"Finally, I'm the only one left, but it's still not enough."
She wheeled herself to the floor-to-ceiling window. It was a one-way glass, unlikely to be noticed unless broken.
She gazed into the wilderness, just like countless yesterdays.
The wind blew over the low grass, the warm sun was high.
How beautiful it was.
Why should she always be controlled, bear infamy, or be plagued by illness?
Her brown-black eyes held the wilderness, the distance, the interstellar.
She didn't regret it. If she could develop the first immortality, she could surely create a second and third.
Ruan Ying's lips curved into a gentle smile as she turned to open another small door. Under the warm orange light, there was... an egg being nurtured.
