"Google! This is the fourth plate today!" He screamed at the me holding up the remains of the broken mess. I growled and gave him a look that said all. "That's it, your going in the attic until you learn your lesson." He says storming toward me.

"Ha! And how you going to get me there huh pipsqueak?" I chuckle booping his nose and kneeling down to his height. They definitely gave me some height. When I was alive I was as tall- KNOWLEDGE UNAVAILABLE

He only huffs and walks behind me, pulling on my wires. "Ow ow ow ow alright alright!" I proclaim flowing him to his attic. It was dusty and dark in there, nothing but old photo albums. I huff and watch Jack walk downstairs.

"Might as well entertain myself." I sigh and pick up a stack of papers. Mostly photos of Jack as a little boy with his many siblings and parents, but one thing caught my scanner. (COMMENT IF YOU GOT THAT) 'The Google IRL Manual' it read. I skim through it, learning knowledge a downloading it into my software.

But one thing caught me.

'Warning!
Do Not Let Your Google IRL Read This Manual.

Your Google IRL will almost automatically get bugs, deletes, and a second memory chip we need to keep away from them. The memory chips will be downloaded a minute and thirty seconds after finishing this.' It read.

Downloading: CHIP.EXE.MARKIPLIER-MEMORIES-jack.-/i./love./you.

I saw him. Jack. I never knew his name before, but today, it came to me. I always gave him funny nicknames. Pipsqueak, smol bean, shorty. But I didn't know it was Jack. He was... Smiling. With white teeth in a stunning suit, white silk. A blood red rose in his vest pocket, somehow it shimmered.

"Ready Markimoo?" Mark. Where have I heard that before? A friend? Another IRL? I felt myself smiling. I never told myself to do that. "Ready as I'll ever be." I never said that. I never told myself to say that. I would never say that unless told. I have freedom? To speak. To do. To... Live.

Jack took my hands in his. My hand felt squishy and fleshy against his, his hands felt soft and delicate. Like they could break if you squeeze them too hard or too rough.

Is this a simulation? But why? What are they testing on me now? Scanners? Lights? Why was I here?

"We are gathered here today to bless these two souls and their trip to form into one thing." The voice spoke firmly by a blond I swear to have seen before. "Eh enough with the sappy crap. Its not my fault the priest couldn't make it." Everyone laughs. Including me. What was I laughing for? I wasnt programed to laugh. Was I?

"Anywhosies, blah blah blah, Jesus and stuff bless them or whatever. I'm an atheist what do you expect." He rambled on and on. Jack leaned into me. "I actually like Felix more then the priest" he giggles. I did it again. I laughed.

What was happinging? I laughed! I never did that. I wasn't programmed to do that. The blondie continued, then finally saying something that made me and him suddenly jump up. "Ooooook," he scrolls his finger down the large book. "Aha!" He lifts the book up and reads from the pages.

"Alrighty, Markipoo. Do you take Sean William McLaughlin or whatever to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Wait. Husband? What's happening. I make the gesture that I was about to say something before being interrupted. "Eh, of course you do. Ok Jackiroony. Do you want to marry this guy or not?"

"I do."

Wait. Are we at a wedding? Scratch that. OUR wedding? I knew I remembered him! I knew he was special to me! And now I know.
"You two can make out now." 'Felix' I guess, says leaning in. I bent him over and connect our lips. I... Remember this. I remember all of this! I remember the honeymoon. I remember our life.

As 'aww's were heard and flashes were seen, I felt myself smile. Why do I remember this? I'm a Google IRL. A robot. And nothing more.

I see time going faster. Before I knew it we were on our honeymoon. Out in Hawaii. Sipping alcohol from a coconut to 'be as cheesy as it gets' as Jack puts it. In all honesty, I can see why he fell in love with him. I don't think this body is mine. Is it? This is a memory.

I see him fall asleep. I blink. He's gone. The sun had set. I get up and yawn. Walking back into the house I assumed we had rented. But what was inside shocked me.

Jack lay on the ground, lifeless and limp. Above him was a man in all back and a ski mask. Holding a knife. It dripped some kind of liquid. He looked at me and ran. Not away, but towards me. I see nothing but black.

The next thing I know I'm on a flat surface with two people with heath masks on. The female has a syringe the male has a scalpel.

"Is he aware we are doing this?" She asks.

"Unfortunately yes. He will see and feel everything we will be doing to him." He replies blankly.

"I feel bad."

"Why so?"

"His husband. He has amnesia. He won't remember him."

"That's a good thing. He won't feel as bad."

"But at least he'll miss him. Its better then forgetting all about him."

"I'm sorry Susan. But we had to. We can't get caught."

"I know..."

"Don't give me that look. We had to give it to the others. People would get suspicious."

She gives a simple sigh. "O-okay..."

"But hey, some day he'll find this memory. And he'll remember his husband, his life, his friends, and it'll start itself over. Everything will be fine Susan... I promise."

"Okay..."

"Shall we begin the transport?"

"O-okay..."