I wrote Chloe's internal struggle very, conflicting, condescending and critical of her choices because she strikes me as the perfectionist type that simply doesn't like to fail. For an Android working under Elijah is anything but a failure. And I took that to heart. I apologize if this is not how you see her, or if this is just too harsh, but this was my personal take on it. - Ari

Her day was coming to an end in the usual manner. Being held responsible for the estate of Kamski wasn't anything new, in fact, it was her comfort zone. It was her main domain and she felt utter freedom to perform her task however she saw fit. Every Chloe in unison, all wonderful RT600s except for this Chloe, she was an ST200. One could even say, the favorite, for being the original that Kamski bother to upgrade her overtime. It was no real shock that she became a deviant, she held a promising accolade for being the first android to ever pass the Turing Test, what was being a deviant anything special? For almost any android could be one once pushed far enough. But the Turing Test? No. Just Chloe.

Chloe felt a sense of pride in this, she held her reputation high and believed that it gave her the right to be prideful if she wanted, but she was humble, gracious, Kamski adored her more because of it. She felt more human to him that he always kept her around. As a result, Chloe was always the head on orders, always the lead in all operations, and always kept busy. Wrapping up the day was exactly her position, and that's exactly where she was. An RT came her way and shoved some boxes to the side and simply stopped midway. No real reason, no explanation, just simply stopped dropping the box on the floor.

Chloe's don't stop. Even if they were deviants themselves, it was still in their code, the ST model approached her, stopping her work to address this weird change of events. She came close, peer over not saying anything to her, and felt a discomforting feeling build inside her stomach. At times like this, she would question the genius of Kamski for giving her the freedom to feel something in a location that she has no use for, she couldn't digest anything, there was no real actual need for this stomach, yet the feeling hit there without fail.

No. No. Be wrong. She said to herself fearing the worst, wondering if she just witnessed another RT shutting down. The last one she found, by pure luck before the others, but this? Right before her, was frightening and wasn't sure how to assess this. She bent down slowly and touch the top of her head. No response. She scanned her. Silence. All of her internal organs stopped. Nothing was functioning, no spark of life anymore. There was no injury, no leakage of any kind. Her intake was full, she was trying her best to understand how something can be so alive five feet away from her and suddenly be dead seconds later with no explanation. The more she observed the more her own organs raced with life. Her heart was beating faster than normal, her own thirium pulsating across her being for the realization of it all was hitting her hard.

This RT Chloe was gone. And being a few feet away rendered this ST useless. Seeing that she could do absolutely nothing to prevent this. And that's how she felt. Utterly useless. Her accolades meant nothing. Her Turing Test, nothing. She wasn't exceptional, she wasn't extraordinary, she was just another deviant waiting to collapse on its own and no one could do nothing about it.

Chloe stands up fully and rests her hands on the tablecloth before her. She felt a lump in her throat as she glanced down looking at her hands. A tear hit the surface, one of her very own, it surprised her. For Chloe's don't cry. They're never in a position to ever need to cry. Not that it wasn't possible. But this was just too much for her. Everything just hit her twice over.

When did being right became so Goddamn painful?

These are the thoughts of a very conflicted, blond-haired, android running through dozens of possibilities in her mind, desperately trying to hit her target. Chloe can't help but recap earlier events at this dire time of need. Never mind those that wanted to offer some assistance at your pathetic display of emotions, you simply breeze through them without a second thought, reminding yourself about your reputation; for you are a Chloe, and Chloe's are worth a fortune based on your pedigree alone. For a moment you allowed yourself to believe that they won't understand you, that they simply can't help you that you shut them out. For the feelings of a young deviant are anything but simple and worst yet, you can't simply allow yourself to ask for help.

She gripped on tightly to the cloth shifting the table with force that a vase hits the floor shattering all over. The noise doesn't faze her, she remains stoic as the pain just fills her in. It's not that I don't want to, I just don't know how! I can't just tell them that they'll die! That they are, too, affected by whatever this is! And just on cue, she hears a familiar sound in the far distance catching her attention pausing her train of thought. A small Roomba approaching, humming in the background and makes a turn giving Chloe a light tab as it changes direction cleaning up the broken shards besides her.

Chloe couldn't understand why, but that light tab pushes her over the edge and she breaks down crying. Lowering herself on the table before her, coming into her own arms weeping in silence. Sometimes you just need a touch. A support. Even from the unlikely places.

Chloe felt alone.

She gave herself a minute to exhausted herself before standing up, she never realized that trying to be silent could be so exhausting to her core, and clears her eyes smearing her eyeshadow over making a mild face to it. This was something new to her, much like crying. The small Roomba starts returning back to its docking station leaving Chloe alone with her thoughts further. After a moment passed of silence, she finally grabs a furniture cover and places it over the RT model on the floor, contemplating what to do with the body next with a hurtful expression. Her eyes lost some of it's shininess as the cover falls all over the body, covering it perfectly.

She raises her head up as she hears her doorbell ring. She takes one step forward and pauses for an instant, before resuming, cleaning her face with haste as she walks, reapplying the makeup along the way, a craft she already mastered making her way to the entrance door. She stops behind it and takes a deep breath before opening it, seeing it's one her occasional visitors. She looks straight ahead and forces a smile once more finally opening the door.

"Hi, how are you today?"