“Hound, wash the dishes.”
“No.”
“I beg your pardon?”
“I have had years to understand and adapt to everything you put in my head and, whilst I cannot stop you from making me into your ruthless bloodhound, there is nothing in my programming that can compel me to do the washing up. Do it yourself.”
Kasimira
Post-war, an older Handler living with the Hound she first conditioned decades ago until the Hound’s programming has degraded to the point where she’s still obedient but she is not infatuated whatsoever. Crotchety old lesbians navigating a world that doesn’t want either of them anymore.
