I love you. The words echo through my head. I look at him wide eyed. Hugs me with a tight grip. I almost can't breath. "Breath! Please!" I wheeze.
"Oops! Sorry." he says.
"Guess it's time to speak with Mr. President," I moan. Aukland turns the doorknob. Slowly, I walk to the phone. It's an old timeish looking phone, but it is way more advanced than the latest e-phone 5000 Picking out up the device, I put it to my ear. "H-hello, Mr. President. This is Sapphire."
The voice of William Thomas Paulson flows through the phone. "Hello, Sapphire. Please call me Bill. So, what is so special about you?"
"Mr. Pres- Bill, I uh, um, well..." I glanced over at Aukland.
'Tell him about the whole magic thing,' he mouths.
"I am the highest ranking in my magic class. I am fairly decent in martial arts. I am the second highest ranking in tec," I state.
"Really? Huh? I guess this whole organization is not a waste of money," Bill thinks aloud. "Hey, is Ophelia treating you well?" All of my memory is searching for reference to the name 'Ophelia'. The only match I find is from "Hamlet".
"Sir, who is Ophelia?"
"Oh right! You call her Mistress."
'Should I tell him about Mistress?' I mouth.
Aukland shakes his head ferociously.
"Yes sir, Mistress is treating all of us Programmed very nicely," I lie.
"That's wonderful!" Mr. President exclaims. I carry on a conversation with him for quite a while. We talk about just random things such as life in Training and how America is on the brink of war with Libya.
"Sapphire, I was wondering, would you like to be my personal escort around the Training house?" said the president.
I was just flabbergasted at his comment," R-really? Sure, I mean, yes sir."
"Great, I will be there sometime soon."
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Programmed
Science FictionWe were always different. The two of us grew up amongst shells, husks of people. No one is supposed to have personalities. But we do.
