Err0r

Chapter 1: Curiosity

           The next morning Borg went through his same routine. He worked on the blueprints for new projects. He would begin quite a lot once he was able to use the full extent of tools that came with his new tower. Borg Tower would have pretty much everything he needed for any past, current, or even future projects. He would never run out of things to use and he would be able to mass produce any of the projects he wanted to sell with ease. As the days ticked by Borg became more and more eager to leave. He knew that the moments spent building it were taking away from the moments he was able to work on things. He had a place to work on new projects in his manor but that wouldn't compare to everything that came with Borg Tower. He tinkered with a few things so he would be doing at least something productive. He was working on a new phone design when he decided to take a breath of fresh air outside.

"Pixal!" Borg called.

The halls of the manor echoed with his voice but the silver droid didn't show up. Borg was confused and slightly annoyed. Either way he wasn't completely helpless without her. He used his hands to push the wheels of his wheelchair through the doorway of his workshop and into one of the hallways of the manor. Borg pushed himself along only to find himself staring at the end of it. The front door was already open and the crisp air was blowing softly through it. Borg's hair whisked to and fro in the gentle breeze. He pushed himself forward and through the front doorway. The ramp at the front allowed him to sit back and slowly drift down to the grass. He looked around a bit confused as to why the door was open. In the corner of his eye he noticed the silvery shine of something familiar.

Pixal was perched on the front step of the manor staring at something in the grass. Borg had to put in a little more effort to move himself through the grass but when he did he noticed she was fixated on a flower. A little white flower had grown in between the concrete driveway and the grassy yard. Pixal looked at it with interest. Its petals blew softly in the breeze and Pixal gently touched the tips of her hair doing the same, pollen drifted off of it and its leaves crinkled back and forth. Pixal tilted her head and gently tapped the flower. She rubbed the pollen between her fingers and dusted them off on the grass. Pixal noticed Borg staring at her and shook off her focus from the flower. She paused and looked at it for a second more before getting off the step.

"There you are!" Borg finally said, breaking the silence.

"Apologies, did you need me?" Pixal asked.

"I called for you to come help me outside for some fresh air. You never showed up. Next time it would be easier if you just stayed close by. I can manage by myself but your role is with me." Borg stated.

Pixal looked at him with her glowing green eyes and gave a slight nod "Of course. I did not mean to go this far."

Borg was going to say something else but decided against it. "Come along then it's almost time for lunch."

Pixal nodded and grabbed the handles of his wheelchair, carefully wheeling him inside and up the ramp to the front door. She closed the door behind her and brought Borg to the dining room. She left him at the head of the table while she went to prepare his lunch.

"What would you like this afternoon?" She monotonously called from the kitchen.

Borg's requests came like a flood and Pixal absentmindedly began preparing the meal for him. She didn't think of it as work as a typical person would. She thought of it as just something she did. There was no other way to describe it. She didn't mind helping him but she also didn't love it either. That was another thing Pixal found neutral. She found most things as such no negative responses but no positive responses either. She didn't dwell on that though she just tried to focus on what was in front of her. After a bit of preparing Pixal brought out the silver trays of food. The cover of one of them specifically caught her eye. She noticed her altered reflection in its gleam. She blinked her green eyes to see them reopen the same. Borg adjusted his wheelchair, snapping her out of her trance-like state. She quickly brought the food and set it down in front of him. Borg wiped off what seemed to be an impatient look but she didn't quite recognize it as such.