Tooth fairies flutter against her shoulder as Gretel scans the shadows. Her eyes are accustomed to darkness, she doesn’t feel the cold, but still struggles to process the function of existence.
His papers and apparatus remain strewn — some as ashes in the oven.
Gretel twitches her head and outputs a smile as fireflies dance in the rain outside the window. Her self-learning systems have created algorithms which enable her to compute the beauty of nature. But Dr. Hansel is still asleep. Gretel covers his bones in case they get cold, reboots, and recalculates the parameters of her purpose.
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