Marie writes…
Don’t be ridiculous. I’m a medical practitioner. I diagnose illnesses, prescribe medications, and perform surgery.
The Well merely… spoke to me. It called to me. I found tunnels under the property and found it. It told me everything would be okay… in a voice I oddly found familiar…
Perhaps in the future, androids become a thing. But it’s 1943… we have no such technology. Besides, it would be a cruel mockery of my daughter. After all, a machine cannot replicate the beauty of humanity.