He runs

Luke bolted out the door. You stood there. Unable to process what had just happened.

What had you done wrong?

You had been rebuilt to be the perfect woman for him. You had done all this for him.

He was your son, your husband, your master. And he’d run away.

You stood there and thought for a minute.

“I should make him the perfect dinner.” You said, your housewife programming taking over even more. You smiled and sashayed into the kitchen…”