Love, War, and Androids

part one: my life

I like to think of myself as a normal boy. I get okay grades in school, have a few friends. Also, I have a robot dog, a talking house, and a few robot teachers. Fairly average for 2159.

I am okay looking I guess; I have green eyes, and blond hair, and I am prone to going off on tangents about even the smallest of things such as mashed potatoes. Which holds a strange, almost entrancing ability over me. Well while we're talking about things that happen to have happened in my life, you should know I have a sort of a large crush on a gorgeous girl in my grade, Kianko Grayson. This story is about her. That's right, it's a freaking love story. And I'll even admit that it gets almost insanely crazy the further you get into it, once time begins to corrode and logic takes a backseat down our ride into the rabbit hole. It all started once one December, right before Christmas break when logic was still somewhat intact.

"Jared Stephens! Get your barking ass down here for breakfast now!" My mom yelled at me. Then she uttered a naughty swear because she burnt her hand on the bacon.

Our dad died a few years back in a car accident. It has been a struggle to survive without his voice of reason to stop us from killing each other. I was only nine then. Her eyes would swell with tears when she thought about him. She had been wiping her eyes with her long brown hair ever since. Which I must say is gross and should never be tried.

This time it was because of the bacon, as I had previously stated.

Today her watery eyes held anger. And I got the full force of it as I came down for breakfast.

"Is Gordon up yet?" I asked as I came down the stair pad. When I reached the ground I stepped off and the stair pad went back up.

"No," she said to me. She looked at me," Icky. Go back up and put some pants on," she said holding her arm in front of her face. "Just because I gave birth to you naked doesn't mean I want you to stay that way,"

"Really, I'm not supposed to go around naked? You mean the laws of nature don't dictate that I can go around my own house in the buff? I'm even wearing underwear this time. I learned my lesson. Bacon grease on the no no's hurts,"

Mothers, I suppose they know best.

I turned to go back upstairs and wake up my brother. Rachel appeared in front of me.

"Holy crap! Rachel, don't do that! How many times have I told you?"

"1,300.45 Jared,"

"Point forty-five? Hmm... and how do you figure that?"

"You started to tell me once and your brother threw your cell phone at your head," Rachel said in her programmed sweet voice.

"Ah, yes, I did so love that cell phone," I sighed longingly. My cell phone now broken. Because, as any child would, I threw it back.

I guess I should explain. Rachel is a holographic projection. She is my house. Actually she is the electromagnetic being inside of my house. But you simpletons might as well know her as my house. She has complete control of the main functions of it, and her projected self looks about twenty-five. Everyday since we moved here she has scared me like that. She can appear anywhere in the house except for the restrooms. Well, for obvious reasons I'm sure you could figure out.

I passed by Gordon's room and woke him up.

"Leave me alone Jared," Gordon's voice groaned from somewhere deep inside the bowels of his unkempt room. Well, we're under the assumption that his room has bowels.