As Ethel finished up polishing her screen, she thought of Fred.  She was starting to have real feelings for him; he was different from the other machines.  She saw depth in this print, and felt secure around him.  Ethel never had to fight for attention, and over time it became a game for her.  She secretly longed to be one of the other machines, making such pretty images and pages.  All she did was copy their works of art into her mind to send to other machines, how… unoriginal. If it hadn’t been for her color ink cartridges, she probably wouldn’t even be the center of attention.  She needed this attention now; for this was all Ethel knew, equating it with love.  As Ethel turned she caught sight of Doris talking to her Fred.  Doris was already the beloved of all the other appliances here, why must Doris take her beloved?  She hated Doris, she wished she could be Doris.  Doris, however, is too shy and quaint to be as provocative, and Ethel knew it.  This was the reason why Ethel occupied Fred’s heart.  She headed over then in a fury to mark her territory, “Hey Doris, Hello Sweetheart!”  Ethel quickly touched her feeder to Fred’s.  She was interrupting…. “Good”, she thought.  She paled however, when she saw the glint in his screen, and…. was that an ink smear? 

To be continued….

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