The Others
Celia decided to give the two newcomers a tour. To Tandice's right was a mumbling computer.
"Ah, the 80's, when every tech company wanted to make a computer," Celia said. She tapped the computer on the head. "This is a Luxley Libra."
"Wait, I'm a Libra? I thought I was a Pisces." The computer paused.
If Tandice had a plug, she'd be face-plugging.
"You have to forgive Leah," the 1910's toaster said. "She's a little weird.
"And what's this about my writable data?" she asked.
"A flaw with her model," Tandice said.
"All of us are refurbished," Celia said. "Well, most of us."
"I'm the rarest..." Leah said. "Or at least that's what they tell me."
An old dishwasher, a 1940's model, flipped her lid open. "We like it here. Most of us have been pushed out by technology."
"Or we failed miserably," Leah said with a smile on her face. "I can't function well."
A 1950's mixer raised his head. "I had to be repainted and de-rusted."
Celia raised her plug. "I had to be gutted and re-motored. Oh, dear me, I was a mess before I came to."
Twilight glanced at Ivan. "Like you?"
Ivan nodded.