Coming to Terms Pt.2

Senior POV

It's been half an hour, and I just finished checking her work, and to my shock, it was nearly perfect! I mean, I couldn't write it better, but as an editor, I can tell there are some areas that can be improved.

I get back to the young woman and take the guitar away, and she looks back at me I just stole her favorite toy, and I might've just did, "I'm sorry, I'll give it back to you when we finish sharing our identities, then I'll give it back," I place the guitar against the wall.

When I sit back down on the other edge of the bed and let her know to start, which she reluctantly accepts to do.

"I have no Quote Unquote, Human name, I was given the serial number of H2O, which the doctors lovingly called, Di-Hydrogen Monoxide, deadly name but if you know shit about science you know thats-"

"Water," I cut off, she looks a little happy and satisfied that I know some basics about physics, and that she didn't have to tell me everything, "My name, unlike yours, isn't a serial number, but I think that C3PO is an amazing robot," I start, inhaling.

"My name is... what is it again?" I pause, pulling out my ID, "No... not that one..." I drop it on the floor and then reach into a hidden seam and pull out me real ID, "Oh, yeah! It's Fensworth, or just Fen, M. Y. Clocksnotworth Senior, quite the breath, right?" I chuckle, turning back to her.

She was looking at me with doe eyes, "So... your M. Y. was actually REAL?" She asks, and I slowly nod my head, and then she bursts laughing. "What do they stand for?"

"My Business, not yours, I told you my name, middle names are not required, and it's not like you gave me your middle name!"

"Well thats cause I have none, and I gave you an equivalent: a nickname. Come on! Tell me!"

"Nope, I already gave you a nickname, Senior. Now put it in memory because you never know when your storage which is probably strong enough to download all records in the Library of Congress and have space to spare will run outta room. Or just break," I mock her prowess.

She glares at me, I really don't care how she feels though, I just mocked her on her prowess, because she has no flaws! Except that she ran away from a facility she should've stayed at, and a unmoldable personality and...

"I'm far from perfect you know!" She grumbles, realizing what I'm probably thinking about.

"Well you see, I was thinking of ways you aren't perfect, and all those reasons are mainly the reasons I can speak to you; You're human, as in not how a stereotypical robot acts, and that's perfectly fine," I say, deigning to wrap my arm over her shoulder as if we were friends. It was too early to tell if we really were.

Fortunately, she likes me enough to not cause a hole in my wall, clearly since she just sat in her slightly slumped position not reacting to my move.

"Next and probably final order of business, hobbies and whatcha did back in the facility." I say, letting the question ring in the air.

After finally realizing that she won't be starting, I say, "OK I'll start, on my free time I play games or if someone did something bad to me, I like to try to ruin their lives. My hobbies when I'm not doing either of those, is to play the guitar that you happen love or I like to work on my projects. Oh, that reminds me, don't touch my projects without my permission, since I don't want you finishing them without me learning what I want to from them." I say, tempted to give a longer speech, but I feel for now I'll just test if I can trust her.

"O-ok... I guess its my turn..." She pauses, biting her lip like a nervous teenager, actually she may be one. I never asked her age.

"I... i usually hacked into systems at the facility, governments, banks, peoples minds, anything to spend the time. I didn't really gain any hobbies in the facility, all I did was be taught on how to control robots like... like I'm the hivemind and I was constantly going under brainwashing treatment on how what they were doing was the 'right' thing." She says, looking down. Ashamed about something. What? I don't know, don't care! Unless...

"Wait... so your telling me that any money that your gonna pay me with is gonna be stolen money?!" I raise my voice, pretending to be stressed.

"Maybe... I don't have any other kind of money on me you see..." She says, nervous that I might kick her out.

"Nah don't worry, just convert your money into something more untraceable," I smile and hand her the guitar, she was going to need it.

"By the way, I gotta go, I'll be back in 5 hours or so, and remember, don't touch my projects! Except Emmit!" I call, walking out of the door.

"Who's Emmit?!" The door was already shut, and Senior was already gone.