Overwhelmed. It was a simple yet accurate word to describe the maid’s main emotion when she entered the quaint shop looking for new reading material and was greeted instead by something new altogether. The clerk had described it as a television monitor, and it displayed something called a film. It was as if reality itself was replicated on this surface, and if Felicia were a modern woman, the best way to describe what she was feeling in the pit of her stomach would be ‘uncanny valley.’ Not real, but real enough to cause extreme discomfort.
And yet she stood there, transfixed, until a man she hadn’t met before walked from the next aisle of the store into her own, snapping her out of this strange trance. Coming back to reality and smoothing her skirt, Felicia stood up straight and attempted to excuse what probably looked like strange behavior. “Um... Haha, don’t mind me! I’m just so interested in this... this...” What was it called again? “T-television?”
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