Predecessors

Little is irreplaceable when replacements are a dime a dozen. Pardon me for beating a dead horse, but I assembled Eliza in an era where not fixing broken stuff was the order of the day. Things seldom even broke anyway, before being replaced by the next flavor of the month. An upgrade to her model, with extra bells and whistles, was released days after I picked her off the shelf. But I, like others of my kind, choose children as the one hill to die on. The ship of Theseus is found not in its rotting planks, but in its essence; though everything else I owned was replaced within a year, home was home so long it was Eliza running to the door with open arms.