The other Washingtons are watching me, Six and Seven especially—but I cannot return those looks, not yet. Instead I keep my eyes on this younger me. On Prime. She's smooth and young, and her features are familiar from more than my thirty-year-old memories of looking in the mirror.

I imagine that mouth in a different face. I remember.

I try not to.

“Mr. Price left the alarms on manual.”

The bot turned and held my android’s gaze with its camera-eyes. “You know, you could have your Settings reset.”

“Shrug,” I said. “What’s the point? There’s no one left to break in.”