Gotterdammerung

[There's simply dead air for a moment as the phone comes off it's hook before the man begins talking. It's a slow, cold tone, although it seems to have a rhythm and beauty to it instead of being monotonous.]

Wife. Would you come in here for a moment?

[There's the small patter of footsteps as Wilhelm's drone wife enters the kitchen.]

Yes dear, what can I do for you?

Did you finish cleaning the front room as asked?

Certainly dear.

And the bedrooms? You've finished those as well?

I finished it up both of the times you asked, sweety.

Good.

[His voice takes on a more amused tone.]

Now sit.

[There's the sound of a chair screeching out on the floor as she sits down.]

Is there anything I could-

[There's a crashing sound as several plates hit the ground, shattering on the kitchen tiles.]

*a small gasp* Oh my goodness! Are you alright dear? I'm sorry, I shouldn't have stacked the clean dishes so close to the-

Clean it up. [No malice, simply interest, or a tone someone would take talking to a pet.]

Of course dear! Let me just go get the broom and dustpan.

[There's the small footsteps of the wife as she leaves the room. He goes back and picks up the phone.]

They're fascinatingly will-less creatures, aren't they? They rather remind me of something back home. Tell me, how do you view these "drones"? Do you still count them as human?