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Friday, ?/?/1974

Dear Diary,

My so-called rescue of Eddie ended up going more horribly than I could've ever anticipated.

Ye Gods, Robby was right to say that they might harm me. The only good thing that happened was that I survived… unlike poor Eddie. As far as I know, he's dead as a bloody doornail.

I'd better explain.

So, I snuck into the lab at about 5 in the evening. Following the ominous sound of a chain saw (or so I thought at the time), I soon found where they'd taken Eddie: a room right by the lab. A room next to Riff's 'doctor room'.

With ridiculous confidence I opened the door. Eddie sat in some kind of chair, an IV in his arm to keep him anesthetized.

Neither Riff nor Frank noticed me standing there at first. But, when I saw Riff cut into poor Eddie's forehead with a miniature chain saw of some kind, the scream of terror I couldn't suppress alerted them of my presence.

Before I could register what was happening, Frank stalked over to where I stood and shot me with a laser gun of some kind.

Thankfully it didn't kill me.

No, it only stunned me. I learned that earlier this afternoon, when I awoke in the 'doctor room'. A bed of some kind had been set up in the middle of the room.

Wires connected me to various machines that went 'ping!' and an IV was attached to my left arm.

After a moment I realized that Magenta sat in a chair next to the bed.

"You're awake," she said, once she'd realized my eyes were now opened.

I felt strangely lighter as I slowly sat up. And I realized I looked a bit… thinner, too. Something really horrible had happened, I knew it. Something heartbreakingly horrible.

"What's going on?" I asked.

A look of pity appeared on my friend's face. "The laser-gun merely stunned you, but it… killed the baby. I'm sorry, Columbia. Even if we'd told the Master this still might've happened. He thought you were going to try to save Eddie. We all know that it's a bad idea to get in the way of one of his stupid ideas."

I didn't reply to that. Now, everything I love is basically gone.

Except Frank himself.

But he doesn't count. I'm not sure if I actually love him, or I've been drugged some sort of weird drug. Why does it even matter…?

How dreary I've become!

After a moment, I asked Magenta a question that had been preying on my mind for weeks. Though I'd asked before, she'd never truly properly answered. Now she probably was too tired to not answer truthfully, I reasoned.

"What were those pills Riff kept giving me?" I asked.

She sighed. "They were to help you. So many ridiculously dangerous things had happened to you since you became pregnant. The pills were various things to keep this sort of thing from happening, to prevent birth defects… to make sure the baby was healthy!"

"Oh."

"Though he did send a lot of information to the Galactic Council of Biological Sciences, my brother never mentioned who the mother- that is, you- actually was. And most of the scanning he did was to make sure your child was doing well. That's how he choose which medicines to give you," Mags further explained.

"Oh."

Then she smiled a smile of strange sadness. "I think you need rest, Columbia. You hardly have the energy to say anything. Not only is your body recovering from a nasty- and quite literal- shock, five months of carrying a half-alien child and then a miscarriage of that child took quite a toll on your body. Reading on various machines you happen to be hooked up to prove that. Go back to sleep, Columbia."

So, I did. I really was tired.

At precisely 6:24 (according to Riff), I woke up again. This time Riff, not his sister, stood at my bedside. Unlike Magenta, he seemed more interested in my physical symptoms than my thoughts. That made sense, I suppose.

Before asking me any questions he wrote down a bunch of notes on what the beeping machines apparently said. Unluckily for me, he wrote in the language native to his planet. At least some of the machines displayed thing in the Latin alphabet.

"Pain anywhere?" he asked.

I thought about that for a little while. "Er, no... well, I've got a headache."

"That's just lack of fluids, since I turned off the supplemental stuff I'd been giving you through the IV. I'll have the robot fetch water… nonHAL-Asimov-42! Where are you?!"

The poor robot then entered the room. "Yes, sir?"

"Go get a-Actually, tell Magenta to bring a pitcher of water and a glass. Use the communicator in my office."

"Yes, sir."

Robby then left through the door he'd entered through. Oh, I couldn't help but feel bad for him. Poor thing gets treated like a slave! Though I suppose he is. Sentient robots, being so rare (meaning that probably less than ten exist on this planet- or so Riff once said) around here, don't have any legal rights.

Maybe they'll form some sort of workers union one day.

Whatever. Riff had begun asking questions again. Irritating, irrelevant questions!

"Nausea?"

"No."

"Coughing or dry throat?"

On and on he went. Asking all sorts of stupid questions. So many questions, in fact, that it seemed he was just trying to be annoying. I was overjoyed when he finally left the room. Off to send all the information to his stupid science council, not doubt.

I officially hate him.

Thankfully, Magenta soon appeared at the doorway. In her hands she carried a tray with food and water. Behind her stood Robby.

"I'm so glad to see you!" I said brightly, as she walked toward my bed.

"Ha! I thought you'd be."

"And I'm also glad to see you, Robby," I added, as the robot walked into the room.

"Thank you, miss."

Then, I ate my dinner. Mags disappeared very quickly. I almost feared she'd poisoned my food, going by the oddly guilty look upon her face.

At least my 'artificial' friend didn't leave.

"You know what?" I said thoughtfully, after I'd finished eating.

"What?"

I giggled, having not expected him to respond. A normal person wouldn't. Between strange mannerisms such as that, the matte metal he happened to be mostly made of, and the fact that he wasn't really very humanoid in shape… I was forced to remember that he seems human just because of his positronic brain.

"We aren't that different," I said softly, suddenly rather somber.

"What do you mean, miss?"

"Yes, we're very similar… both of us servants who perform menial, lowly tasks for the Transylvanians. We're more like slaves, actually. We aren't paid and hardly treated well. It seems partially because we aren't one of them. I'm an earthling and you're a robot! Neither of us belong here… yet, for one reason or another, we don't belong anywhere else.

"I'm well read in classics- from Shakespeare to Dickens to Wilde- yet I'm some sort of 'plaything' for an egotistical transvestite. You can do all sorts of clever mathematic things and speak so many different languages, but spend most of your time fetching things for Riff. We both deserve better! Don't you think so…?"

Tears were then welling in my eyes. I felt so worthless. Though it was probably my imagination, Robby also seemed a bit sad.

"We may deserve it, but we can not do anything about this. Only if they die or abandon us forever will we be freed. Letting them die would break the First Law. I will never break the Laws. It is my duty to serve. That is the Second Law," the robot replied.

At that point I began to really cry. I shook uncontrollably with hysterical sobs. That brought terrible pain to my infuriatingly weak body. Then I wasn't able to breath very well. I was suffocating… I think.

Than, I heard the sound of an unfamiliar voice singing a calming lullaby of some kind. My breathing slowed as I carefully listened. I relaxed to the point I was almost in a trance like state, falling asleep.

The last thing I heard before I fell into a deep sleep was the sound of Robby saying: "You were suffocating and needed to be calmed down. I must not let a human be harmed through inaction."

Later in the evening I awoke to the sound of the door slowly opening. It was Magenta.

"I've brought this," she said.

Then, she handed me three items. A pen, a book of all Shakespeare's comedies, and this diary. So, that's when I wrote this entry.

But now it's time to sleep.

- Columbia (a groupie)

A/N: I'm so sorry about what happens to Columbia. Of course, I'd been planning that all along...

And, yes, I know Columbia probably wouldn't be that weak. There's a reason for all of this. A very important reason. You'll understand later.

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