Tailette

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Ever since I was little, I loved to invent things, but not even a quart as much as I loved my dad. He was a good dad. At least I still have my mom. I'm sure my dad's proud of me for living up what he used to be: an inventor. I even made my own computer system, C.O.M. (Computer of Operational Mechanism) I miss my dad a lot. I keep asking myself "why did this have to happen?" Then I thought that maybe it was a test. Then I asked myself a new question: "What if there are OTHER people like me?" When I asked myself this, I hear a voice behind me.

"I just asked myself the same question.
"Hey, Blue!" I say.
"Hey." He replied. "Listen, I need your help."
"Lemme guess. You need me to ask C.O.M. to put a scan on the globe to find any more people like us."

He stood wide-eyed when I said that. "How did you know that was what I was going to say!?"
"I have my ways." I reply with a smirk. "Alright, C.O.M. You heard the man."
"That I did, ma'am."

C.O.M. scanned the globe with the satellite that me and my dad built up in space.
"Hm," I say, looking at the screen, "that's funny."
"I don't get the joke." Blue said.
DA-BOOM-CHING!
"No red dots." I say, disregardful of his joke.
"Oh," said Blue, "wait!"
He pointed to two little red dots on the screen. "That, right there..." he added.
"Great!" I say. "Let's go get 'em in the Hurricane."
"Wait!" Blue said, stopping me by the arm. "I have a better idea."

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