Uᴘᴅᴀᴛɪɴɢ A.I

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Aᴅᴅɪɴɢ ɴᴇᴡ ᴅᴀᴛᴀ

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Pʀᴏᴛᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ 3 Iɴɪᴛɪᴀʟ Aɴᴀʟʏsɪs Tᴇsᴛ Rᴇsᴜʟᴛs : Sᴀsʜᴀ.

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Aᴡᴀᴋᴇɴɪɴɢ Sᴀsʜᴀ ɪɴ T ᴍɪɴᴜs 30 ᴍɪɴᴜᴛᴇs.

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I open my closet ready to start the day... after 3 snoozes on my phone.

" 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚒𝚋𝚕𝚎... 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎-𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚋𝚊𝚐𝚜?
𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍...𝚖𝚊𝚜𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚊?"

𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚒𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚛. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚛𝚞𝚐.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢...

𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚊𝚖 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜?

Today marks a week since I last talked to... Sasha.
Nothing wrong happened really, the system was fast in updating his name once it deemed he... they... passed the test.

I hope I don't have to give him Sex Ed myself...

And while the administration discussed about this miracle and the committee marked non-stop reunions still discussing this AI's use, the name of the product and most important to me right now, how to proceed next in the trainings, testings and evaluations...

Ya, it was a long week.

... Robotic Engineers occupied my place with the help of Informatic Technicians and I had more time to actually design more humanoid guys!

Still androgynous looking of course.

Who pays for the company again?

And help with long planned marketing campaigns of some other products and services updates.

No matter how many tubes of diplomas I may have (not that many), I... never fit. Anywhere. Like in an exact place.
The best outcome is I'll become bored about some assignment...

Anyway I was requested to wear more casual clothing today to meet with Sasha...
In a semi-sterile room with a glass container.

"𝚂𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚜𝚔𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚒𝚝.

...𝙽𝚊𝚑. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚢𝚎𝚝. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍..."

'𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍...𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘...

𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚓𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝!?'

" 𝙷𝚎...𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢...𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎 𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑. 𝚆𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖. 𝙾𝚛 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚞 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝?"

𝙸 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚞𝚗𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛𝚜.

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The bus was late again. I had gotten out of my apartment by 7 o'clock sharp to catch the 7:15 am bus.
It got delayed 5 minutes.

So I arrived to the building's entrance by 7:50, the usual 30 minutes.

Sasha was programmed to wake at 8:00, I still needed to punch my card against the contactless pad, say good morning to everyone, listen to any news and reports related to the company, marketing campaigns or Sasha and have some cafeteria breakfast because I thought I wouldn't have time at home to eat any!

"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛."

"𝙶𝚎𝚎𝚣. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚜 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚝𝚘𝚘, 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚕-𝚗𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛?"

𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎, 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚛𝚎𝚐𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚜.
𝚆𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝.

" 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝙵𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚢𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊~.
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚎𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘."

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚕𝚢.

"𝙾𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚛𝚍, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎...?"

" ... 𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜."

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𝙸 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚖. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

" 𝙸𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚞𝚕𝚝."

"𝙲'𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝. 𝙸𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝?
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗..."

𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚜. 𝚂𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?

𝙼𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚗...

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"𝙾𝚑. 𝙼𝚢. 𝙲𝚑𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚔𝚎."

" 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚌- 𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗...𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡!"

𝙷𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢, 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍.

𝙸 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚍𝚘𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚍𝚞𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚕𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚝!
𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚘-𝚌𝚞𝚌𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛.

𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝, 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚝.

𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗... 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜... 𝚋𝚞𝚝... 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝟷.𝟶 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖, 𝙸 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝...

𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚕𝚊𝚍𝚢! 𝙰𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕!

𝙸𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍? 𝙽𝚘? 𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍.

"𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚔 𝙼𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡? 𝙳𝚘𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚎? 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑? 𝙲𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚒𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜... 𝚊 𝚍𝚘𝚕𝚕. 𝙸 𝚝𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚙𝚑𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝?
𝙾𝚑, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚞𝚍𝚎! 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢, 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚖𝚢... 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚝? 𝙸𝚜 𝚒𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎?"

"𝙹-𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚎...𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎."

𝙸 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔, 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚛.

"𝙾𝚑, 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝. 𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚐..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚍.

" 𝙽𝚘, 𝚗𝚘. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚘𝚔. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝... 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙸 𝚍𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏."

" 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎, 𝚝𝚛𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚠𝚔𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎.

" 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚖'𝚜 𝚜𝚞𝚒𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞."

𝙸 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐.

" 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚖𝚞𝚖..."

" 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚏𝚞𝚕...
𝚂𝚘, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝?
𝙵𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝, 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕? 𝙳𝚒𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕?"

" 𝙾𝚑. 𝚈𝚎𝚜, 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠."

𝙷𝚎... 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝚂𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝. 𝙷𝚎...𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚏 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰.𝙸...

" 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎?"

" 𝚄𝚑?!"

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖, 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎. 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗...

" 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝? 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚢... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐  𝚒𝚗𝚟𝚘𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝... 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕..."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢.

" ...𝙸 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝...? 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌... 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚟𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚝! 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎... 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚊𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚘𝚞𝚜, 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢... 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚛𝚢. 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝..."

"𝙾𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚋𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎... 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚎.
𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘 𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎... 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘. 𝙾𝚛 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍...
𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚓𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚐𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚣𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚔 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘.
𝙸 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗... 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 '𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗' ..."

𝙸 𝚕𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚕𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗.

" ...𝚂𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚢."

" 𝙽𝚘! 𝙽𝚘... 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎... 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗.
𝙰𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙸 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚛 𝚍𝚛𝚊𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚟𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚗𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚎... 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎."

" 𝚂𝚘...𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝?"

"𝙿𝚏𝚏𝚝! 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚊𝚖.
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘?
𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎.
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕... 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢.
𝙸𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜."

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚍.

....

𝙼𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗...?

" 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡? 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚍!"

... 𝙸 𝚜𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊 𝚌𝚑𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚕𝚎.

" 𝚃𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚍. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎... 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚑. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚜 𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎... 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢, 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚖𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜.
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖?"

"𝙾𝚑. 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚖𝚎𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍... 𝚊 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑...
𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏-𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚖! 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛? 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎!
𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔... 𝚢𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜."

" 𝙷𝚊𝚑𝚊, 𝚘𝚔, 𝚘𝚔. 𝙽𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚊 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎, 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚑é 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚌𝚎.
𝙰𝚑... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠. 𝙶𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚐𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢. 𝙾𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍... 𝙸 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎.
𝙱𝚕𝚞𝚎? 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚔𝚢... 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔, 𝙸 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚙𝚞𝚗𝚔 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚣𝚢 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝.
𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎?
𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝? 𝙰𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚊 𝙱𝚘𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛."

" 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚑𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚊 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚑'𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚗𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚒𝚎𝚕𝚍... 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙰𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌?"

" 𝙾𝚛 𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚖 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜. 𝚆𝚑𝚒𝚝𝚎, 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎, 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚕𝚎..."

"... 𝙾𝚔."

"... 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜...?"

𝙸 𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚌𝚎.

" 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢."

" 𝙰𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍.
𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚊𝚗 𝙿𝚘𝚎, 𝚂𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚕 𝚅𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑.
𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚒𝚝, 𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗. 𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚏 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜.
𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎."

" 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚜... 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝙸 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝙸 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚖𝚜..."

" 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚝𝚢. 𝚆𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚜~"

𝙸 𝚐𝚒𝚐𝚐𝚕𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎.

"𝚂𝚑-𝚂𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚋𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡?"

...

" 𝙾𝚑... 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚐𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚖𝚞𝚌𝚑...
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚟𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚘𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚟𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚜. "

𝙸 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚜𝚑 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.

" 𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝... 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝𝚜..."

𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚖., 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝.
𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑? 𝙶𝚞𝚒𝚕𝚝? 𝙼𝚊𝚢𝚋𝚎 𝙸 𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚊 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝙰.𝙸, 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎. 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚏𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗?!

"𝚈-𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊?"

" 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐... "

𝙷𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊  𝚍𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚏𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗.

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍.

" 𝚆𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝙸 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍?! 𝙾𝚛... 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢.

" 𝙰𝚑... 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕..."

I guess depending on the results we are shown tomorrow.
There's always that fear you could go rogue Sasha.
You have the intelligence and  free will to ignore the 3 laws of robotics once you grow more and more.

And that's what makes you unique. To the world, the company...

...And to me, your trainer.