There may be others like her. Somewhere, working with the androids even now, there may be others like her.
He swung his feet out of bed and sat on the bed's edge. A pair of slippers stood on the floor and he worked his feet into them, stood up and walked to the mirror.
A strange face stared back at him, a face he'd never seen before, and for a moment muddy panic surged within his brain.
Then, sudden suspicion blossoming, his hand went up to his forehead and rubbed at the smudge that was there, set obliquely across his brow.
Bending low, with his face close to the mirror, he verified the thought.
The smudge upon his brow was an android identification mark! An identification key and a serial number!
With his fingers he carefully explored his face, located the plastic overcoats that had changed its contours until he was unrecognizable.
He turned around, made his way back to the bed, sat down upon it cautiously and gripped the edge of the mattress with his hands.
Disguised, he told himself. Made into an android. Kidnapped a human, and an android when he woke.
The door clicked and Herkimer said, "Good morning, sir. I trust that you are comfortable."