What are you talking about? My creator does not understand are facial gestures as we talk.
"Sorry Marie! I am just having one playing catch up," the girl says. Does my creator know?
"Well Duh... she does, one. Please do not tell Treble that she finally found a way to alter our history. Because if she finds out then nothing changes," she explains to us.
My creator only nods. Then she look at me. "So why one? You could of chosen your mother. Or one of her sisters, yet instead you choose her," my creator inquires.
Her memories leak into mine and vice versa as the humans say. Wait... Humans, who the f*** is humans? Her mind is fulling mine so fast. Oww. That one hurts.
I, am HER AUNT!? And that is accounting to Bass. Apparently she knows Bass very well. Too fast, too fast...
You are overly dramatic, one. These are my memories. It sucks being on Earth for such a long fifteen years. Boy, my mother loves being there. She decided to stay there with my other aunt for a while.
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Intelligence
General FictionA short, side story about a machine waking into life. Short events play out as she ponders. What awaits for her?
