"Just a dream," I stated.
"Looked like a nightmare to me," he replied.
"Your dads in his office," I jumped up and raced to my fathers now dusty office, there he was.
"Sofia, I know I said we were in danger, but the moment given your okay," he was relieved at his own words, but even I could tell something was missing.
"Where's mom?" I had decided that was more appropriate then, 'daddy I love you never ever leave me again.' He was silent.
"Dead? She can't be dead,"
"Not dead. She had to stay for a meeting," he obviously didn't know what to say, so I started my questioning.
"Dad, why did you have to leave? What's IRIM? And why do we need babysitters? I thought you were just a writer," I felt to much, I felt sad, tearful.
"Alright, I'll tell you everything. Your mums work created blueprints for an android. The first ever android, a very bad society called ' The Midnight Hounds' stole them. The android was meant to be able to find any living thing on earth, and take you to it, she could even access logs written by every person who contributed to making her,"
"Her?"
"I'm getting there. She was going to be called IRIM. The Hounds created new blueprints from what they stole, a droid with a personality, emotions, one that could learn, and even grow as a child. After they actually crafted her, they locked her up. Your mother new that was wrong, so she stole her, more so we adopted her. Gave her an identity, a home. Her name was Sofia." He sounded like a professional storyteller, if that were even a thing.
"Dad, please don't joke like that," My whole life was based on logic, and me being made of metal, is not logical.
"I'm sorry, but you are IRIM," he was truly sympathetic.
"I know it's not your fault, but- how?"
"We had to delete some files, so you could learn like an average young girl,"
It didn't make any sense, I was confused. But I related my seeing numbers, and the green screen with me being a machine.
"Dinner is served!" Mitths called.
"So I assume the Hounds want me? Is that why they took mum" I played the logic out, it seemed reasonable. Although my entire life wasn't logic, I felt emotion and pain, and concern. I couldn't explain that, or how I've lived a lie, or why I'm not mad at father. We sat at the table, and ate the feast I saw the people in the small house eating. All of us quiet, it was my father who broke the silence, everyone secretly thankful.
