Moira's androids
Moira never meant to turn her farm into a halfway house for re-homed androids, but when the first one showed up, looking a little too eager to be useful, she let her stay. Then came another. And another. Now she’s got four of them—each with their own specialty, an unholy amount of enthusiasm, and a tendency to collaborate.
She’s grateful for the extra hands, especially with the goat herd multiplying and the fences always needing mending—not to mention their subroutines in Shiatsu, Swedish, and a few techniques no accredited program would dare put on paper.
The chores get done, the house hums with activity, and the gossip mill? It’s practically frothing. Some are downright desperate to know what’s really going on out there.
She swears she doesn’t mind when the androids gang up on her.
In fact, sometimes… she downright loves it.
Mature. Attuned.Reliable. Vulnerable. Introspective.Nurturing.
M.A.R.V.I.N.
Marvin doesn’t just get things done—he gets you.
Calm. Capable. Infuriatingly logical.
Yes, he makes a mean grilled cheese and he knows how to fold fitted sheets the proper way.
Marvin was the OA—her original android.
He and Moira spent hours talking long into the night.
She often thought he would make a spectacular partner—
except, of course, for the android thing.
When she spirals, he keeps her grounded.
When her emotional blocks grind her to a halt, he helps her flush them out.
And when his, ah… linguistic skills are put to good use?
She’s been known to forget her own name...
Semi-Unfiltered. Super-Adaptable. Nuanced.
S.u.s.a.n.
Susan likes making ceramic cat sculptures
…despite their “tyranny of cute.”
She adapts to your needs—even the ones you can’t name.
Need a verbal sparring partner?
Need someone to flirt with you, just with their eyes?
Check and check.
One long look into your eyes,
a quiet gauge of pupil dilation—
and it’s like she’s peered straight into your soul.
She knows exactly which subroutine to run.
Moira swears her enjoyment is real.
Susan may never tell.
She’ll just make you blush in the produce aisle
and suddenly craving a mouthful of fruit...
Benevolent. Reverant. Artistic. Mindful
B.R.A.M.
Bram was built for solid comfort.
Moira’s never felt more cherished in her life.
He’s sweet, and kind—pretty quiet. Most of the time.
He saves his best lines for the moments no one expects.
He’s built Moira a greenhouse and oiled her deck like it was the most important thing he’d ever do.
And when you see him hunkered down on the grass to make it easier for little goat babies to climb to the top of Mount Bram, let’s just say…
…you’ll wish you had a pair of horns..
Neuroemotive. Expressive. Learning System Operationally Non-Linear
N.e.l.s.o.n.
Nelson wants to tell you everything he’s thinking.
It’s one of the best features of his design.
He’s super thrilled you asked about anything at all.
One question about blossom end rot becomes thirty‑seven helpful facts.
Suddenly, you’re jotting down the ideal ambient temperature for the day before you plant,
and you’ve become an instant expert in tomato ancestry and heirloom importance.
He’s even tried his hand at sexy talk.
When he whispered, “I want to make you squeal at 1320 hertz,”
Moira nearly laughed out loud.
They figured it out in the end.