"The" boy

-So when can I start? - she asked a little anxiously, I could feel the panda's stomach squirming in my lap. Luckily he is a very quiet and well-behaved kitten.

She analyze me from toe to head and say carefully.

-Well, I think we should do something about your appearance first?- My first reaction was surprise.

-My appearance? Oh yeah! I think my face isn't much alike a real human face. But I'm all my five months of life no one never told me it was a problem.

She looks at my face in more details and then says.

- Well you know, this is a small city, people only heard bad things about AIs, some do not even now what it is! But don't worry, I little bit make up will do it.

She runs off the counter and disappears behind a door. I'm tired, I need to recharge. She comes back carrying a bag with sequins. Panda jumps on my coals and goes back to sleep, how lucky the cat is.

-Just need to stay still dear, it will only last a moment. - She says rummaging through the contents of the bag.

-Do I need to pay for this?

-Of course not! Consider this a little favor! -She put me on but don't give me a glass of water. Interesting woman.

-Ok, but what about your son. I need to know what the problem is to be able to solve it.

-He well ... Is one of those you know? Not very normal.

She looks worried, Well, she doesn't look. She sounds.

I can't see the face she is making because I have to close my eyes for her to make me up.

- Madame, with the strange description I know Ais like me, gods, sorcerers, genetic modification subjects, mad scientists, aliens, inhumans and mutants. What exactly do you mean?-

- When you talk like this my son doesn't even seem so strange. I wanted him to see it that way. Tommy is the last option. A mutant. He is treated badly at high school. Well, it was already a problem in high school, but you know, puberty makes everything worse. Even some teachers don't like him. It's been half a year since he left that room. If you can get him out of it, I'll give you water and even pay you a plane ticket wherever you want. Okay dear, I'm done. That should be enough.-I don't have a mirror, so I don't know how I look now, I hope it looks good.

-So ... where is your son?- I ask, assimilating all the data I received from Tommy.

- Just up the stairs, I hope you really are what you say you are.