Epilogue
CARLA
Frankenstein didn't expect anything from me.
He took care of me if I felt like lying there all day, fucked me when I wanted him to, and left me alone if I told him I wanted him to, which only happened that one time he followed me into the bathroom when I needed to use it.
He chatted with me when I wanted to talk and sat in silence when I just wanted to watch shows and do nothing at all.
Slowly, I began doing more things. It wasn't much at first. I'd been drawn to the sound of voices in the distance, and I decided to get up and go for a walk.
I saw some of the other human women at the far side of the farm, but they didn't see me.
I didn't go over; I just watched them, then walked back to my room.
The next day, after another glorious orgasmic marathon, I decided to take another walk. Then another.
Then I decided I wanted to paint.
Frankenstein got me set up, and I ended up painting my bedroom in vibrant colors.
Then I decided I wanted beaded curtains.
That took a bit of describing, but instead of letting Frankenstein just handle everything, I went with him and found there was an entire section on the ship dedicated to manufacturing.
We found one machine that could make small bits, and he showed me how to configure it to make beads.
I painted each one, and then we strung it up, and I had a beautiful curtain door that made chiming sounds when I walked through it.
One day, Frankenstein asked me why I called him Frankenstein.
I explained the story, and he smiled, pointing out that technically, I was the Frankenstein; he wasn't Frankenstein; he was Frankenstein's monster.
So then I painted a large mural on the outside wall of the farm, depicting him pulling me out of a river, daisies falling out of my hair like teardrops and floating down the river, carrying the weight of my sorrows with them.
It was the mural that clued the other women into my location, and one thing led to another, and I was recruited to paint some of the public spaces they had been assembling on the ship.
No one had figured out access to the controls yet, and the Calicium units that Sara freed were clear they didn't have control over the ship and had no intention of taking control of the ship.
It was somewhat comical how they all seemed very intent on announcing those facts loudly and clearly the moment anyone asked them about it.
The days went on, and each one was brighter than the last, the moment I stopped worrying about where we were going and started enjoying the ride, and focusing on expressing my light in bright colors everywhere I went.
Happiness was my only goal, and every day it was easier to find.