I wrapped my arms tightly around my newly official husbands neck. Well, that's a very bad understatement. I hug tackled. Jumping on him and wrapping my arms and legs around him. He fell back and giggled. Holding me back.

Me, being really weird about PDA, this was a big thing. I hate giving out affection in public. But technically we're alone at this moment. We need to be out again in front of people soon of they might think that for some reason we started having sex. Rare thing for me. I'm one of those guys that isn't too into that. As chaotic as I act.

"Awsten," he complained holding me and trying to fall.

"Geoff," I whined back. He giggled and shook his head.

"We gotta go back honey," he told.

"I don't wanna," I whined in complaint.

"Yeah yeah, but we gotta. After we can do whatever you want." He explained.

"Whatever? I want?" I asked.

"Yeah. For the most part I think its okay," he told.

"What about- toothbat chaos?" I asked.

"Awst, you don't have a toothbat."

"NOT YET." I argued. Rolling his eyes he told, "yeah okay."

"No ones gonna get you a toothbat hun."

"Yeah we'll see." I protested.

"Okay, you gotta get down and we gotta go finish this, then we can go home and do whatever. Within. Reason."

"Okay  d a d," I teased.

"I-" he paused making me giggle. "I don't know how to argue that one."

"Exactly," I smiled.

"A w s t e n" he whined again.

"Right right  o k a y." I told hopping down to my feet. He smiled and put a kiss on mg forehead causing me to feel fluffy. That's the only true way to explain that emotion. Emotions are weird.

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??????

We arrived home. Finally. I can work. I walked downstairs. The way down was dark. Very dark. The door was closed. Good. I tried to open it. Locked. Good. Reaching to the pin code, I typed. 1981. The door buzzed open. I took step as the red light shown from the corner.

This distracted me in to tripping on something on the floor. I caught myself however. Looking down to see a bare metal arm. His. How did it get here?

Picking it up and setting it on the desk, I looked over to him. Taking a sigh this act would take longer then I think I realize. He 'laid' deactivated on the table. I reached to the side a flicked on the light.

Why was he scrapped? He looks so- 'lovable', is that the word? I am human I just dong understand emotions very well. It's something I've always struggled with. Yet I have friends.

I walked up to my computer. The password working immediately. TheBrobecks. Sounds weird I know. It's just the only thing I have left to remember one of my friends. Ryan Seaman. He was a nice man. I miss him. Maybe he will be friends with me. Doubt it. Androids are built certain ways.

"Unless," I mumbled to myself. My hands shook a little as I raced over to some spare paper. Running threw any possibility in my head and writing it down.

Once that seemed as correct as I could I narrowed them down. Trying to solve them. As well as I can. I turned quickly and grabbed my calculator and typed in the equation.

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Fail

I growled a little to myself. That's the closest I've been out of all of them. I threw the pencil to the table. Falling back in my chair. Its 1 am. But I'm not ready to give up right now. I hit my hand on the desk. Sighing as I stood up. I grumbled something underneath  my breath as I walked over to the light. Taking one last look at my project before turning the light off. Making my way to the door.

"Wait what if I?" I mumbled, turning back. It doesn't bother me how long I'm up. I often take late nights. I moved back to my desk.
Gathering what worked from each part.

If a could work here. C here. B there. DF there. And eg and h can fit here.

I tried it. It made sense it fit. I grabbed another paper. One of many tonight.

If a was functions of the body.
B was voice functions.
C was bugs and controlled sensors. Like learning.
DF was memories and scans.
Eg&h could fit as emotions and human like actions.

He

"This could work," I smiled a little to myself. "The probability," I mumbled to myself, looking over the equation. "89%" I smiled. That's the closest I've ever been. I turned to my monitor and brought up the camera to record my data.
Record.

"Today is January 26- I mean 27th. It's 1:47 a.m. and I have a base set up to how to reprogram an android model RC154 for an immediate deviation. My way of reprogramming will be in file 'RCP1'" I turned to my computer again. "The probability of this working is 89%, the most likely result is system glitches and small dysfunctions in retaining information." I spoke. "The risk of the android damaging is slim to non." I turned back to the camera. "I will be testing this in a later moment in time. I still have to fix a few minor parts and function's first." I spoke turning to him.

His blue hair was all I saw. It seemed to be fading the more I worked. Probably rusting. I'd need to fix that if this works. "Until then I will keep logging my process." I told turning back to the camera. Next reaching over and turning it off. The screen glitches a second before working correctly.

Scrolling threw my folders I took a heavy sigh.

Would you like to add this file to folder; "PROGECT154"?

Yes.