Magenta
5:31am

Some time has passed now and I still cannot find my doily. I want to search the redhead's chamber, but I don't want Riff to find me there, for he should do harm to her if he sees us together. And we would be together, I know that much. I don't have any time for that right now anyways.
The Master has summoned me to his chamber for breakfast. I must bring him his eggs and sausages. I have applied new makeup, for the revels of the earlier hours had brought to my cheeks a sort of ruddy robustness that would certainly be unsuitable for his company.
I laugh in the mirror once more. Sex droid in the glass merely stares at me, wondering what I have done with her. I try and smile back wittingly, knowing that she is indignant, that she knows she is in danger of being killed, or forgotten.
The realization hits that this would kill me too. No matter how much I try to separate myself from my own persona, I am she nevertheless. I must forget the redhead and keep her alive. For Riff's sake. For Master's sake. For our sake.