The Great Debate of Life

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"My god! Mitths, what in the devil happened to you!" He was showing concern, something I rarely felt now. It seemed that after knowing i was man made, my food tasted bitter.

"The Hounds. Shot me, and that one," he pointed at me, I looked down slightly embarrassed.

"Gave me some patchwork job of wrapping," every one started to laugh. Laughter filled the entire house, Max even giggled about it before bedtime.

As my father kneeled down beside my bed, I asked "are we going to go back for mum?"

"I will. You will stay here with Marci and Max,"

"No! I want to go. You can use me!"

"Sofia! I would never use you!"

"I'm an android! That's what I'm for!" He left the argument, and my room. When he closed my door, I thought about his face. He was angry, angry at me? Or at himself? I never liked to fight with him, I would rather debate options, even if he always won. Though I hate to say, I actually slept well that night. It was the next morning that was so terrible.

The next morning my father and I continued to fight. I called it a debate, as we did it in a debate form. Max asked Mitths to be the judge, and Marci was the host. This actually enlightened the mood of our current events. For once I actually won.

"I geuss I'll book tickets for the," he gave Mitths a questionable glance. He nodded, then my father began "three of us, i'll have to figure out what to do with those two," he gestured torwards Max and Marci. Still happy I had won my great life changing Debate of life, I helped my father pick a ferry. It was a day trip to get there, so we had to book a hotel.

" when can we leave?" I figured that since I had already experienced such complex emotions, it was some how okay for me to show simple ones like happieness, or joy.

"Not until Mitths is healed. He can't come if he's got a shot wound, that could take a while. I got tickets for a week from now with or without him,"

"Sir, its only a flesh wound. I even feel better right -" he clenched his side, which still bled. Mum can't wait for help.

"Now. See hardly hurts," he barely could stand, and still forced a less than half hearted grin. He couldn't get better so soon, but he wouldn't let us go without him.

"Mum needs us now, she can't just sit there and wait for us," I knew I was bugging father, but I was right.

"Perhaps I could access that IRIM thing, the GPS. I could find her," I suggested. Father looked stern and shook his head, while mitths shook yes.

"Sir, maybe she's closer than California. I can handle a little moving, or I might stay with the kids," suddenly I liked Mitths, he was on my side.

That night I closed my eyes, and waited. No green screen. "Didn't I come with some sort of directions!" I laughed alongside father. It was refreshing to hear his laughter.

"That's what I wondered when we first brought you home," we laughed even more.

"Close your eyes, and calm your breathing, think of the last time you saw her, her face the detail, find a pattern," Mitths knew what to say, he actually seemed nicer than before. I did as he said, nothing happened. Sooner or later I ended up falling asleep. The screen appeared, it was glowing a radiant green. 2,3,4,9,7,8,5,6,1,9,3,5,6,8,4,3,2,9,8,3,1,8,3,4,7,1,4,9,6,7,4,3,1,7... the numbers, I noticed were missing the zeros this time. A longer list of numbers and scrambled words appeared. Longitude west, lattitude south. I tried each number until I could make sense of it all. I thought being an android meant I would solve salutations in seconds, instead this took all night long. 

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