Are We Cool Yet? [Complete!]

Name

Peanut's POV

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Subject move ahead of me. I do not look directly, but I see. It is tall and long and bent. Is also slow.

Very slow. Slower than men. It is annoying.

I am fast.

I can look at subject. I can not look at subject's face. I remember the cell it was in. There were three numbers: 096.

"Are you called 096?"

"Yes. And you?"

"173. I do not like my number."

096 shrugs its bony shoulders. "I don't like mine either. What would you like me to call you?"

"173 is the only thing anyone call me. I said I am me. I have no name."

"I don't remember mine either."

We move through door after door, hall after hall.

"The men sometimes called me nut, or peanut."

096 pauses. "Do you look like one?"

"I do not know."

"Well, I won't look at you. I don't want you to go into a rage state or anything."

I tilt my head in confusion. "Rage state?"

"When someone sees my face, I start feeling very bad. The scientists call it a rage state. Then I must kill the one who saw me."

"When they see me I am still. I crunch by choice. It is my purpose," I say proudly. It is good to have purpose.

"So... can I look at you?"

"No."

"Then I must assume you look like a walking peanut."

I stop. "Is that an insult?"

"Not necessarily. If it helps, some of the scientists call me Shy Guy. I guess the name Shy wouldn't be so bad. Better than 096."

"And Peanut is better than 173," I decide. Now I have purpose and name, even if is not the best.

Maybe I have a friend too? Is too soon to tell. Shy might need crunching.