(301) Morning Stroll
Geth watched the women walk up the stairs before turning back to the kitchen. No one had bothered cleaning or putting away the dishes and utensils.
Geth sighed and glanced toward the top of the stairs, ensuring that no one was watching. Once he was confident that the coast was clear, he pointed toward the dirty dishes.
"Obliterate," He whispered.
A searing pain shot through his right arm, but he was satisfied with the result. The wooden dishes burst into nothingness, not even a hint of their existence remaining.
"Perfect," Geth smiled, proud of himself. An ache remained in his forearm, but it was better than washing dishes alone!
He turned and made his way up the spiraling stairs, checking that the kids were tucked in on the way.
'Doors are locked, kids are already passed out, dishes are done...' Geth chuckled at how normal it sounded. 'Guess there's only one thing left to do.'