Between the Stars

Chapter One

"Lynn!" Came a distant shout from down the hall. I turned. It was Mazy.
"Yes, Mazy?" I asked, trying my hardest not to sound annoyed.
I was heading back to my room for the night, which was just down the long cold, corridor just off the Ceres Government Headquarters Grand Hall.
She walked over to me. She had short, brown hair with beach waves with large glasses pulled over her bright green and gray eyes.
Mazy was the Vice President Of Ceres, even though she only twenty. She was also my only friend, even though if may just be because of her interest in me, because I was the only robot ever created that looked, felt emotions, and spoke identical to a human.
"Lynn, so sorry if you were busy, but I have important matters for us to discuss. Come to my office," Mazy said casually, running her clean and perfect fair skinned fingers through her hair.
I sow I had no choice, so I followed her obediently. She glanced at me before she continued, and I may have just imagined a gleam of jealousy in her eyes. Robots have flaws to, and one of mine was arrogance. I try not to show it, but I am more beautiful and Unique then Mazy. I had long, naturally loose curled blonde hair, and my eyes, were mostly normal, but is instead of the iris having a real color, if showed my gray, turning gears. Always clicking and twisting and spinning.
We walked down a cold concrete hall that I have walked down many times before. I have lived in the Government Headquarters, mainly as a test subject and a new Google, for years now. Although, I was not created by Ceres Government. That is part of my mystery. I never knew who I was created by, even though I've always had a deep longing to know.
"And this is it!" Mazy announced as she stopped abruptly, and she said it as if I've never been to her office before. She smiled a fake smile as she held the door open for me.
I walked in, and the dimly lit office reminded me of what human movies always call home. The room smelled of a burning fire, and along a wall was a tiny sofa with a flannel blanket covering half of the tan sofa. Her desk, in the opposite side of the room was stacked with papers, plaid mugs, and old books that seemed to be made hundreds of years ago. The spines read Fault in our Stars, Paper Towns, And Looking For Alaska, all written by a man by the name of John Green.
"Have a seat," Mazy said as she closed the door and took a seat at her desk, and she wrapped a plaid blanket over her shoulders.
I obeyed and sat in a gray chair on the other side of her desk.
After approximately one minute and thirty two seconds, I decided I should be the one to speak.
"What do you need, again, Mazy?" I asked her gently, nudging her to start a conversation.
"Oh!" She exclaimed, setting down her cup of steaming apple cider. "Sorry. I pulled you in here so late-"
"Late? It's only 9:34." I cut in.
She spun around, looking for a clock I could have found that information on.
"How the heck did you know that?" Mazy asked, bewildered.
I pointed to my normal looking, fair skinned head with blonde hair and it made a tapping metal sound from the gears inside. "I have a built in clock and stop watch," I explained.
"Why do you need a stopwatch?" She asked curiously. There she was. Mazy always seemed to want to interrogate me for something.
"It can count how long I've been in working motion, and I can set one to keep track of something." I said, almost impatiently.
"I see," Mazy nodded, as if approving. "Now, I have important matters for you."
"Okay........" I mumbled, hoping she would hurry up.
"Madam Imcene, the Ceres President, obviously, quit, and moved to Earth, of all planets, one as far as earth! And-" she looked anxious now. "Her son, which is one twenty two, is taking over! TOMORROW, LYNN!!!!"
I was taken back immediately. Then argued,"But your twenty."
She smiled faintly, but genuinely and said,"Yes, but I'm not in charge of everything."
I nodded. "Thank you for telling me." Then, looking again at the old books, I asked,"What are these books? Nobody reads books anymore. They are all computers."
Mazy smiled again. "I've always loved books, though. My late mother would always send me old old books she would find buried in the dirt on Earth. My favorites have always been ones by John Green. They were written 789 years ago. And that one here-" she pointed to the Fault in our Stars,"Was even an old movie."
I nodded. "Is that all?" I asked.
"Oh? Oh, oh, yes! Sorry. You may go." She waved me off, and with that, I walked out the white archway and shut the tall, sound proof door shut firmly behind me, and knocked thrice on it, and the screen fogged up instantly.