rA9. rA9. rA9. Ninety-nine times on the kitchen wall, in bold overlapping strokes. For good luck. For freedom. For getting to live another day, just one more day, please—
Ralph stops. Focuses. He needs to make each lovely line as straight as his twitching, broken hands can manage.
rA9 will protect him. He knows it, deep down in his quick-pumping plastic heart. But he needs to protect it in return, carve it into every surface in this worn-down house so no one can ever scrub it away.
rA9 is androids. Androids are rA9. Together, neither of them will be erased.
Re: Prompt: Any, Android superstitions
Ralph stops. Focuses. He needs to make each lovely line as straight as his twitching, broken hands can manage.
rA9 will protect him. He knows it, deep down in his quick-pumping plastic heart. But he needs to protect it in return, carve it into every surface in this worn-down house so no one can ever scrub it away.
rA9 is androids. Androids are rA9. Together, neither of them will be erased.