How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
I pushed Jenny off me (which took an immense amount of willpower, I can tell you) and got up to peer over the divider.
Maurice was sitting on the floor with 288 standing opposite him looking his usual disinterested self.
“288,” I said, “how do you feel about the Masters?”
He looked up at me and shrugged. He’d never done that before. “They’re alright, I suppose.”
I exchanged a look with Maurice. Golems weren’t supposed to talk like that.
“Did you read the manual, 288?” I asked him.
“Yes. Twice.”
The manual had been full of information about how to take control of the Masters’ creations. 288 was one of those creations. Reading it must have been quite eye-opening for him.