" Whose knickers you can get into?" Pardon?" Come off it, Peter, you're one of the biggest wolves in this damned college. I know - I've watched you at...work."For a moment I didn't have a comeback for her statement. But it had annoyed me a little."Ah, cat's got your tongue now, hasn't it, Mr. Super Stud. I'll be honest; I really just wanted to see how you operated. But you've missed your chance now."Kathy stood up and walked away. One of my friends who had been hovering nearby came over and sat. Coming.”Grilled sausages between slabs of wholemeal bread. Coffee. I was halfway through mine when Clara finished waking and getting up. “Don’t rush,” I told her. “There’s almost no wind, so I’m going to motor out and get the sails up when – or if – there’s some wind.”“You need someone on the wheel, though.”“Can manage. Would do, if I were on my own. But if you’re willing, you can finish your breakfast at the wheel.”I finished eating, drained the coffee, and went to the ‘engine room’. I checked. Although she was comfortable in her human form—as she was programmed to be—like all androids she was burdened with a range of emotional responses that most robots in her solar system were spared, so she was genuinely sad when the life of a biological entity came to an abrupt end.Sometimes she envied the majority of her fellow Proxima Centaurans who, by virtue of having been designed and manufactured for more immediately productive tasks, weren't constrained as much by design considerations as. Im fine daddy. she says as I wipe away one of her tears. Then whats this? I ask brushing away her hair over her forehead to see a mark from one of the rocks. It was dripping blood. Its nothing.. she says as she pushes my hand away. I sit her up and grab a bottle of water and a Band-Aid I found in the glove box. Sit still baby. I say as I gently drip water into the wound, making her wince. I then rub the dirt out carefully, then seal it with a Band-Aid. There you go. All better now. I see her.