A Bad Influence

For the rest of the day, Anastasia pretended to be ill. 

Whenever a robot maid enters her room to check on her - as ordered by its master, she either moans in pain or acts all sluggishly to make it look like she's still not feeling well. It just happened that these intelligent androids could read expressions and behaviors well - as if they're really humans. 

If it wasn't for the fact that she recovered her memories during breakfast earlier, she would have taken time to behold these groundbreaking creations in awe and wonder. At the same time, she'd probably praise Zen for being able to do that many all by himself.

"Lucien's dream to be a scientist came true..." Anastasia mumbled to herself, feeling torn between wanting to congratulate him and having second thoughts about this accomplishment.