Fickle

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"You're an... android...?" Jaime repeated his new friends secret slowly, letting the words slip off his tongue with slight confusion. After it sinks into the boy's mind he smiled. "That's so cool! Do you have any cool abilities?"

Fickle thought before answering trying to decide what would be considered a 'cool' ability. "I am stronger then the average human and I do have a rather larger IQ. However, I was made to be as close to a human being as possible. Honestly the only real difference between humans and I are how we were made."

Jaime looked down. "Machines are not alive though. I have been tinkering with them for a while, and they don't feel emotion..."

"No, I am alive. I am not like other machines. I have emotions and I can die." Fickle shook his head with a faint smile. No matter many times he has tried to explain this to people no one ever seemed to understand. However Fickle had a small glimmer of hope with Jaime. He was a child, and he was his friend. If anyone would understand, Fickle believed it would be Jaime. "Just because I am an android does not mean I am not alive."

"Oh! I am glad you are alive! Because you are my friend." The boy smiled happily, seeming unaffected that his new friend was not human. As if it did not matter in the least. Even though he was a machine, built and not born, his friend Fi was alive. 

"I'll have it for you Thursday, I promise!" Valerie said in a rather loud voice. Although Fickle and Jaime were in Jaime's room, they could plainly hear the women's voice as if she were right in front of them. Jaime looked down with a frown when he heard his mother's voice, his short brown hair drooping as of showing how saddened he was by this new situation.

"Now that just don't do Valerie, and you know it." An old muffled women's voice is heard. Fickle, letting his curiosity get the better of him, stands up and walks out of Jaime's room. At the front door stood Valerie looking very worried, and an old lady who stood tall as if in an authoritarian stance. The lady had as many wrinkles and there were stars in the sky, and her face was scrunched up so much, you could barely tell her facial expressions apart. She was rather short and chubby and, and yet she seemed to tower over Valerie who was actually of average height. She wore expensive looking clothes and large earrings, complemented by a large necklace that seemed to cost more then the whole neighborhood. "But you have a good head on your shoulders, and a pretty face. Why don't you marry my son? Then you can live in luxury."

"Thank you for the offer Mrs. Camembert, but like I said last time, no thank you." Valerie replied in a small but polite voice. She looked down at the old women's feet, and Mrs. Camembert seemed to love every second of it. She seemed to love the idea of being superior despite her age. "I'll have the rent on Thursday."

"You'll have the rent tomorrow!" Mrs. Camembert shouts loudly. Fickle could tell that Valerie was in trouble, but he did but know how to help. An idea popped into his head and a small grin appeared on his face. He quickly moves forward towards the door wearing worried expression.

"Is everything okay? I heard shouting." Fickle said as he walked up to the two ladies. He looks at Mrs. Camembert and bows slightly, showing respect to the women. He stepped past Valerie and grabbed the old lady's hand and pecked it slightly and Mrs. Camembert blushed. "I didn't realize such a lovely young lady was at the door."

"Young?" The women laughed. "I haven't been young in centuries. Don't mess around!"

"I would never dream of it." Fickle stepped back into the house and smiled. "I would never lie to someone as becoming as you. It is a pleasure to meet you Mrs....?"

"Silvia." She replied with a smile, though it was hard to tell with how stiff her face was. "And you are?"

"My name is Fickle." Fickle bowed again slightly. "If I might ask Silvia, what brings you here?"