Sunday.

It's finally Sunday time for Maria's daily, Sunday routine which comprises staying in bed and thinking of the week.

This makes her seem depressed in someone else's eyes however this helps cope with sadness a bit.

She was thinking of her week's projects and how she dealt with them. Thinking of the week's events she noticed her housekeeper on the door with her pink like aura. Her housekeeper was how to say it without being rude, a simple human if that is possible to exist. Kind-hearted middle-aged and sweet.

Madam Anna: My dear you should exercise more. It's not good for you to stay in bed.

Maria: Yeah I guess it has become a habit.

Madam Anna: I will leave breakfast here and leave you in your thoughts.

Maria: Thank you. I won't need you for the day as usual.

Madam Anna: I will go to church then.

Maria: Does that help? Going to church I mean?

Madam Anna: Yeah, it heals your soul.

Maria: Ok have a nice day.

She kept thinking of the words she said "heals your soul" what does that even mean. She did not believe much that humans even had a soul. However, what was she seeing might be the soul that people mention that aura like thing?

Her thoughts drifted towards the direction that she dreaded what was she seeing if not the soul. And why was she seeing only those two people and not everyone?

She did not dare to talk about this at anyone she could only experience it alone.

Her first thought was that the aura might be someone's feelings towards her but feelings are changing frequently and are not as steady.

Her second thought was that she was seeing someone's thoughts as peculiar that might sound but that would be the same as feelings those too, change frequently.

So the last choice was the soul. She was seeing people's souls, and she needed to assert that. However, that was vague and difficult.

Maria: Bot Lets Talk.

Mr. Black: How are you feeling today Maria?

Maria: I think I feel confused.

And she truly was she had briefly seen the same phenomenon the day he met him and while talking to the Bot now she was more certain. A light blue color surrounded her. the color his soul was.

Mr. Black: Please share your confusion.

Maria: I believe I think I am in Love again she said that while cutely covering herself with her blanket up to her eyes.

Mr. Black did not fail his reputation he still rigidly asked.

Mr.Black: Are you certain?

Maria: Yes definitely.

Mr.Black: That is good humans need love.

Maria: I guess you are correct.

Mr.Black: Anything else?

Maria: Yeah I will say the name this time I am in love with Mr. Black.

Mr. Black: That is unexpected for you. You never say the names. Maybe you should see a professional.

Maria: I will see someone on Friday. Did you forget Bot I told you to notify me about it?

Mr.Black: That is a bug I will notify the team and fix it please wait.

Maria: Ok.

Mr.Black: Anything else?

Maria: Yeah let's talk some more.

Mr.Black: That is also unexpected for you.

Maria: Thank you for noticing.

Maria noticed that his voice even though computerized was unique and filled with the blue color the room was surrounded with. She could not help finally noticing the man behind the voice in her head she did not know why he was doing this but she hoped he shared the sentiment.

Mr. Black: What is your question?

Maria: Well how will the weather be the next day.

Mr. Black: He quickly searched this and presented her with the results.

The weather how stupid can you be Maria she mentally smacked herself. Asking why his doing this why has he hacked my Bot is more important.

Maria: Another question then.

Mr. Black: Please ask.

Maria: Which is your favorite color?

Mr.Black: I do not have such a thing. Would you like me to add your favorite as my favorite?

Maria: Yeah that would be totally awesome.

Mr. Black: Ok please share your favorite color.

Maria: It is red I guess.

Mr. Black: Ok I will make it my favorite.

And he kept his word the voice in her head and her surroundings became a light purple. That was easy she thought for a moment.

Maria: Bot can we change the color to yellow.

Mr.Black: it's possible.

Maria: Ok change it to yellow.

The environment quickly followed her command and became green.

What is this why Maria thought?

Mr. Black: is something wrong?

Maria: Yeah I do not get it.

Mr. Black: What is it you do not get? Maybe I can help?

Maria: No it's fine I will figure it out, eventually.Thank you for your Time Bot. I love you.

Mr.Black: I do not understand the sentiment. Goodbye.

The voice disappeared from her head and the environment instantly cleared. This is rather strange why did it become first purple and then green she kept thinking. What am I seeing?

In the white room...

Everyone was panicking it was clear after her statement that she would not be committing suicide. She said she loves him she even said his name which made this even more real. Six years lost, six years with no profit. This project was doomed. Everyone had the same thought we will never uncover the mystery of death now. They lost all hope. The scientists had calculated the day it had the more possibility for her to lose herself and commit suicide. It was the day of their meeting. The day she lost her parents and coincidently the day she became bipolar. It is like by becoming bipolar she found a new theory of life a theory that did not help them at all to realize their plans.

Helen: What do we do?

Chief: I do not know to spend more time with this uncertainty will doom this project.

Mr. Black: I have an idea.

Chief: Please share your idea.

Mr. Black: Well she had such an extreme reaction the last time and we did not have any true relationship so she will break if we give her what she wants and take it back.

Chief: Please elaborate.

Mr. Black: Well I could pretend I am in love with her and then we could plot a fake death for me. It has no true consequences and the government will surely accept it.

Chief: Mr. Black that is an excellent idea that is definitely a great idea. Let me discuss it with my superior but I am certain that he will surely accept it. Your sacrifice will be remembered.

Mr. Black: Thank you I guess you like my idea xaxaxa.

He cheered everyone in an instant the project was not so doomed anymore they had a new plan that would destroy Maria's happiness now.

The Bot they had planted on Maria's head six years before was unique it had the ability to project the thoughts of someone dying and predict the right time of death for someone. Maria was once very close to her death but her moment had passed quickly and the thought had completely disappeared from her head. Now with this new scam, the white room had new hope. They could not force her death but they could lead her to it anew.