There was a little boy about eleven years old sitting in a waiting room with his grandma. The boy was a fairly average height for his age, had black hair, bright blue eyes; seemingly artificial coloring for how bright they were. He was wearing a gray tee shirt with an image of Spongebob on the front, and a pair of blue jean shorts. His complexion was rather pale too. His grandma had red hair that always hung down in her face. Every other hair was a silver one. Her green eyes, ever fading. She sported a black pair of jeans and a white shirt with a chocolate stain from the piece of chocolate French silk pie, she consumed earlier. She was reading Cell, a book by Stephen King, her favorite author, when the boy interrupted her.
"Why do people get sick?"
"When someone is sick, they have some sort of bacteria or a virus and it attacks different parts of the body and they get weakened, and then-" The grandma began to explain.
"I know that, Grandma, but why do people get sick?"
"Well, Anthony," she replied. "I really don't know. But you can ask Dr. Bernland when you see him. Sound good?"
"Yeah!" He sounded excited.
There were a few moments of silence while Anthony picked up a Highlights magazine, and looked at the pictures. Grandma picked Cell back up and began the second chapter. Not only does she like to read, but also she likes to write, as a hobby though. She's got her job to think about.
She had barely reached the second paragraph, when Anthony wanted her attention again.
"So, why am I sick, Grandma?" Anthony asked.
"I don't know, Anthony." She answered calmly. "People just get sick sometimes, and right now, you are."
"What's the matter?" She asked.
She continued reading.
"What do you think my parents are doing right now?"
"Well..." She started. "I don't know how to answer that Anthony..."
"I really really miss them!" He said.
"I know Anthony, but they told me while they are in the rut they are, to keep you safe, and I need to respect their wishes..."
"When can I see them?"
"They told me they would call me when they felt they could take care of you..." She replied. "It'll be real soon, but don't you like spending time with me?"
"Oh yes, Grandma!" He replied. "I just really miss them!"
"I know you do, Anthony..."
"I'm going to go to the rest room," Anthony said. He stood up and headed down the hallway to the right of the seat he was sitting in.
"Okay, Honey!" She said. "Be sure to hurry back; the doctor will see you soon!"
"Alright!" He rushed through the off white colored door. It slowly closed behind him.
The grandma sighed with a sad expression on her face and wiped a tear from her pale face. Cell was on the chair next to her, open face down. She picked it up and folded the corner of the page, and closed the book. She then crossed her legs and stared straight ahead. There was a woman sitting across from her. She had long chocolate colored hair, and from what Grandma could tell, a fair complexion. She had a clipboard on her lap and a green pen in her left hand. She was apparently filling out paper work for her daughter.
"That's a very beautiful little girl you have there," She said to the woman as she wiped another tear away.
The woman looked up from the clipboard. "Why, thank you! What's the matter?" She noticed she was crying.
"...Oh nothing...I've just got something in my eye. That's all."
The woman nodded, and turned her attention back to the clipboard on her lap. Anthony came back into the room.
"The doctor will be ready for you soon," Grandma told him as he sat down.
They sat in silence for a few moments and then Anthony broke it again. "So, where are my parents now?"
"I really don't know, Anthony," Grandma said. She seemed a little worried.
"Why won't you just tell me where they are?" He demanded. "You know; you just won't tell me! Adults are always like this around kids!"
"Anthony!" Grandma snapped. "Don't yell at me! I really don't know where your parents are! If I did, I would tell you!"
He sighed and looked the other way. Eventually, he stood up and began pacing the small waiting room.
"Anthony, sit down; you're making me nervous!"
He ignored her and kept at it.
He stopped and turned toward her. "I'll stop if you tell me where my parents are! You know how much I miss them. I miss them sooo much!"
She sighed. "Alright Dan!" She called to someone behind the counter. "We need to start that procedure!" She stood up and walked to Anthony. She reached under his shirt and on his back; there was a prosthetic skin-covered button. She pressed it and Anthony fell limp in her arms. His eyes made an electronic noise when they closed. The artificial heat generator that kept his prosthetic body at a humanlike temperature shut off, and he went cold in a matter of seconds. The air that was still in his metal lungs escaped out of the mouth and nose. His machine heart stopped pumping his android blood through his body.
Anthony was dead.
A man walked through the door near the woman and her daughter. She was still filling out that paper work while her daughter was sitting quietly in her seat. Dan reached over to the woman and pressed a button on the back of her neck and her mechanical body folded up into a little cube and sat on the chair. He pressed a button on the girl and the same thing followed. He picked up the two cubes and put them into his white lab coat pockets. He then pressed a button on the wall and the waiting room setting literally flipped around to a lab around the grandma, Dan, and the dead Anthony. It was a bright room; everything seemed to be made of chrome, and there was all kinds of cool gadgetry lying around.
"So," Dan Bernland said. "What seems to be the problem this time?"
"He keeps talking about his parents." Grandma explained. "How can he have parents when I built him? While he was gone at the bathroom, he must have done something to short-circuit his anger control drive. He started getting really mad." She sighed a long deep sigh. "When I built him, I wanted a wonderful grandson that would love me until the day that I died. I inserted all of these wonderful memory chips of fictitious memories with his fictitious family so it would seem to him that he's had a wonderful life. But after a while, he started asking questions, and was persistent about it. He never doubted that he was real, but he was starting to worry me."
"So, you want me to remove the chips you installed and what?" Dan asked.
"I want you to install a few memory chips about me as his mom, and past experiences with me; can you do that?"
"Jen," He smirked. "You know I can!"
Jen smiled. "You're right! Thank you, Dan!"
"No problem." He replied. "It will be about a week, and you can come pick him up, okay?"
"Alright," Jen said.
Dan took Anthony from Jen and dragged him through a door a few feet away from where the waiting room once was. Jen picked up Cell. It was lying on the floor. She put it into her purse, and pulled out a green remote. It had a dozen buttons on it. She pressed the biggest, and she was transported, molecule by molecule to her car, which was parked out by a big green tree. She pressed another button on the remote and the door opened. She got in and pressed the button again. The door closed. She plugged the remote into the steering wheel shaft, and pressed another button. The hover car started. The water in the water tank gurgled and moved to the engine.
A voice inside the car spoke. "Where to, Jen?"
"Home..." She replied.
"Home," the voice repeated. The car flew off, carrying a teary-eyed woman to her home.