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II.
Mechanical beings scurried around the downstairs, washing dishes, sweeping the floor and dusting furniture. The robots are cleaning up after my party. I just don't know why I have to sit and watch these machines work. According to Mother, these are new prototypes and need to be supervised in case one of them suddenly decides to take over the world. Sitting alone in the living room, watching these robots, I am insanely bored. But there's not much to do either, everyone went to bed hours ago, leaving me the only one awake and yawning at such an indecent hour. Apparently the policy is, it's your party, you watch the robots clean it up. But not much happens with these maids, they are not quite smart enough to even operate a computer yet, they just know simple housekeeping tasks. And it still took them forever, even being new.
"Chop, chop!" I wearily commanded the machines. I was done waiting for these robots to finish.
"Yes, ma'am." Answered the robot sweeping the floor. Mechanical arms and legs began to move faster and I sighed woefully.
After what seemed like eons, the maids were done and I trudged off to sleep. I awoke to the light of the suns rising through my windown. Looking in the mirror, I groaned, noticing a tattoo on my left arm and my favorite party dress, rumpled and torn. The glittery snake etched on my arm would have to go, and as for the dress, I'd just request a new one. Desperately in need of a shower, I opened to door into the hallway only to find my brother.
"Hey, sis." As usual, Tyro wore a cheesy grin to compliment his tousled hair.
"What do you want, Ty?" I returned the grin with a blankly annoyed face.
"Do you know where dad is? He didn't wake me up for our special workout session today like he always does." Ty's smile began to turn into a look of worry. "He never forgets."
"Calm down, he probably just slept in. You are such a worrywart."
"He wouldn't sleep in. He loves mornings."
"Again, Tyro, chill bro. He's looking out of the window over there." I pointed to where a man was watching the awakening city through the glass.
"Dad doesn't wear jeans. It's a suit jacket and slacks for him." The man at the window was wearing black baggy jeans.
"Sure, Dad can wear jeans." I replied. Ty raised his eyebrows in protest and looked skeptical. We soon got our answer, as the man at the window turned around. It was not Dad.
"Senme!" I rushed to hug my friend.
"Why are you here, bro?" Ty greeted Senme with a friendly handshake and fistbump.
"I saw a camou-colored copter flying over your house and I just wanted to make sure you two were okay."
"We're fine. It was just the trash transport picking up the after-party remains."
"But it wasn't-" Senme was cut off by my mom's piercing yell for breakfast. Quickly pulling on a sweater to hide the hideous tattoo I had to somehow rid myself of, I ran downstairs and reached the table before Senme or Ty. Drinking my glass of pineapple juice and swallowing my breakfast pills, I noticed the lack of conversation and I looked up. There was an empty table at the head of the table. My dad wasn't there.
