Roll of the Dice
By Bethany J. Royer
“My god, I killed him!”Anna circled the body of the library director. His enormous frame filled the aisle.
I have to get rid of him.
Her eyes swept to the android that stood by the counter.The model Android001, six feet tall, with perfectly groomed blonde hair, and amannequin smile stared at her with brilliant blue eyes. His ever-present smile made her shiver as she sized up the android and wished, not for the first time, he were a newer model.“Too expensive, Anna,” Mr. Frances, a parched, elderly board member hadreplied on numerous occasions. “We’ll make do with what we have.”