Cyborg

In Which I Am Kidnapped By The Good Guys

        My housekeeper stayed true to her word. I,however,did not let this stop me from continuing to be a slob and professional movie watcher. After she finsished washing all the dishes and running the laundry,my housekeeper paused the movie and took away the remote and refused to give it back until I helped her decide which Sector to move too.

        In the end,we chose three Sectors to apply for: 483,the most "creative" Sector,189,the most "educational Sector (chosen by the housekeeper) ,and 384,the most "feminist" Sector. They aren't officialy anything at all other than Sectors,but the most popular T.V. show has votes for what each Sector is "most" of,and it becomes pretty well known what it got voted for.

        We waited weeks for an email signaling a rejection or acceptance,when they came all at once. Two rejections and an acceptance. Surprisingly,it was Sector 189 that liked me,but it was enough for the housekeeper,who I learned was called Mia 3RT6Y. She was more excited than I was,jumping up and down and screeching. The most I did was pause a movie and look up for a second at her mechanical smile. There are 6 "faces" of robots:happy,mad,sad,scared, neutral and confused. Robots actual faces consist of a pair of cameras to see with. They have a program that controls eyebrows, and a mouth to show expressions. The program registers your emotions and produces an expression that shows it.

        The acceptance letter said I would be picked up two days from now. That meant two more days for my attempt to watch every movie in the world the become a success,and for Mia,it meant 2 days figuring out what I wanted to pack.

Finally,the day arrived when Mia would get her first break in weeks. "Just think Lakeiya! You'll get a brand new house that's much nicerthan this old one,and have a wonderful new school to learn in! It's the most educational High School in Plot A! Of course,you'll probobly have to redo 9th grade with everything you missed,but still! You're so lucky!" and so forth. She eventually left five minutes before the truck came to take me to my new Sector.

The truck came by and honked its horn (my signal to get my butt off the couch and get in) but I continued watching the movie. I guess the driver got tired of waiting,and I heard a knock at the door. Although the movie was pretty boring,I kept watching the epic battle of good VS. evil in the very important matter of aliens form outer space. Half an hour later,I heard the truck start up its engine and leave,taking with it the trip to my new home.

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The movie had ended (the good ones won,but sacrificed their existence for robotkind) and I was about to turn off the DVD player when I heard a huge crash at the door. I raced over to greet my green door knocked over and a squad of police bots that had a couple bullet holes in them. I backed away,crashing into the wall. They grabbed me and tried to tug me out of my house,but I clung to the wall's edge as if it were my immortal soul. Unfortunately,they soon overpowered me and carried out of the movie,with dramatic music coming from the rolling credits on my movie.

They shoved me into an old car that barely worked,and started driving.

"Please!," I screamed 'Let me go! I didn't do anything! You got the wrong robot!"

"Shut up,"one of the particularly bullet riddled ones and shocked me. Like,electric shocked me. I screamed again,resulting in another shot. My data board decided to make an appearance for the first time during the whole encounter,warning me to shut my speakers down if I were to stop getting shocked. I did as the board told me,and shut up,whimpering through my worthless half mouth that could barely eat,let alone talk. I went into some kind of trance to the sputtering of the car,and jerked up when it stopped. It was morning,so I must have been out of it for awhile.

"Get up," one growls,as I stumble into the light-and a place that is NOT Sector 548. Two grab me by my arms,and walk me up into a freshly painted white house with a yellow door,trimmed hedges,and a white car in the driveway. One of the police pulls out a key,and for the first time,a thought crosses my mind. What if they're not police?What if they bought a police nametag and weapon belt and are like hitmen? I can think of tons of people who would order a hitman on me,and especially one whose name is Shandra. I struggle against them,but the key goes in the lock and I'm pushed in. I try to rush back out the door,but they're too fast:the door is slammed and locked-from the outside. I sink to the ground,unsure if I'll survive the night,when I hear footsteps in the hall. Oh no. The the figure is in front of me.

 "Hello! Welcome to your new house!"a chirpy little voice greeted me. "I'm Tuqaria,and I'm your live in-housekeeper!" I look up when I realize I'm not about to die and see a happy ,perky robot. She's added a blond wig to her head,and she's an old model-about a Quadran 5.2.

"Hi..." I respond,unsure on what to do.

She smiled at me. "Why don't you take a look around the house,dear," she asked. "I'm sure you'll like it. You even have your own study room!"

I have a billion questions running through my head. "Why do you leave here? Who were those guys that took me here? Why is the house locked in from he outside?