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this is gonan be sooo much fuuun!!!!!!!!
Model 2.0 shrugged and stood to follow me.
We walked down the dirty one-way street, and made no conversation whatsoever. This was a familiar routine on my part, Samantha and I were created together, so I suppose you could call us sisters. Sort of. Not really.
I looked behind me. She was still following me, and I had to admit, the Creator had skill. She was perfect in every way. Her jet black hair, waist length, and beautiful olive skin looked as real as anything. She had soft, dark eyes and usually wore her hair down. Well, that's what she has been doing for the past few days. We were only created three days ago, but the Creator programmed us to know and remember everything. The history of our short-lived race, human history, and so on. I even remember where the parts for my left pinky toe was mined.
Of course, one advantage to being a robot was that we had no emotions. Love, hate, greed and even hunger were unknown to us, as they were just unnecessary parts, and no use in our jobs. I always - well, three-days-always - wanted to know what that feeling was. What would it feel like to be...human? But, the Creator disapproved of such thoughts, and wanted to program them out of our systems, but somehow she never got to it. Perhaps something was telling her not to, or she used common sense for once.
I stumbled. Looking down, I frowned at the small pebble that had tripped me. I'd better look where I'm going, such things could get you in trouble as a robot. Signs of weakness. I looked up and found the large school coming into view. I zoomed my vision in on the double doors of the building and read: Corinth's High School.
I shut off zoom and stopped walking. I signaled for Samantha to halt as well. She did so without question. I crouched down and dug a CREE-slide from my bag. Upon tapping the surface of it, its dark screen lit up and showed a long line of incomprehensible numbers and letters. Incomprehensible if you were human. The complicated code registered in my system and immediately showed me the information I wanted.
"This is a high school founded in 1938 by Lewis Cornith.... Oh, here it is, 876 students, and about 20 students per class. We are stationed in classroom 14, Ms. Liming, garde 9. Our names are to be Mindy Farmer and Brianna Kelsworth. Ages 15. I'm Brianna Kelsworth and you are my best friend Mindy Farmer. We both moved from Colorado. Got it?"
We walked down the dirty one-way street, and made no conversation whatsoever. This was a familiar routine on my part, Samantha and I were created together, so I suppose you could call us sisters. Sort of. Not really.
I looked behind me. She was still following me, and I had to admit, the Creator had skill. She was perfect in every way. Her jet black hair, waist length, and beautiful olive skin looked as real as anything. She had soft, dark eyes and usually wore her hair down. Well, that's what she has been doing for the past few days. We were only created three days ago, but the Creator programmed us to know and remember everything. The history of our short-lived race, human history, and so on. I even remember where the parts for my left pinky toe was mined.
Of course, one advantage to being a robot was that we had no emotions. Love, hate, greed and even hunger were unknown to us, as they were just unnecessary parts, and no use in our jobs. I always - well, three-days-always - wanted to know what that feeling was. What would it feel like to be...human? But, the Creator disapproved of such thoughts, and wanted to program them out of our systems, but somehow she never got to it. Perhaps something was telling her not to, or she used common sense for once.
I stumbled. Looking down, I frowned at the small pebble that had tripped me. I'd better look where I'm going, such things could get you in trouble as a robot. Signs of weakness. I looked up and found the large school coming into view. I zoomed my vision in on the double doors of the building and read: Corinth's High School.
I shut off zoom and stopped walking. I signaled for Samantha to halt as well. She did so without question. I crouched down and dug a CREE-slide from my bag. Upon tapping the surface of it, its dark screen lit up and showed a long line of incomprehensible numbers and letters. Incomprehensible if you were human. The complicated code registered in my system and immediately showed me the information I wanted.
"This is a high school founded in 1938 by Lewis Cornith.... Oh, here it is, 876 students, and about 20 students per class. We are stationed in classroom 14, Ms. Liming, garde 9. Our names are to be Mindy Farmer and Brianna Kelsworth. Ages 15. I'm Brianna Kelsworth and you are my best friend Mindy Farmer. We both moved from Colorado. Got it?"
Samantha regarded me coolly.
"Whatever." She retorted.
I frown at her, trying to process what she said.
"Did it work?" She asks. "Did I sound human?"
I nod.
We make or way into the building. Heads turn to process our man-made perfect faces.
We saunter in. The creators were still trying to perfect us, and giving us some feelings, so I recognized the envy of most people.
"Showtime, Brianna."
"Whatever." She retorted.
I frown at her, trying to process what she said.
"Did it work?" She asks. "Did I sound human?"
I nod.
We make or way into the building. Heads turn to process our man-made perfect faces.
We saunter in. The creators were still trying to perfect us, and giving us some feelings, so I recognized the envy of most people.
"Showtime, Brianna."
Haha no probs, I'm here till Monday! Nah, but really, I wasn't going to write, but I really wanted to read more, and I couldn't if nobody added so....
One of you two should write some, you guys are super great writers so....???? :)
Alice...please...do not lower my respect for you and tell me that you don't really think that about JB
As we giggle at our seats, the girl in front of us whirls around. She is obviously popular.
"Omigosh! You actually like Justin Beiber? No one likes him anymore! He is soooooo done."
We sit in silence.
"Whoops?" I whisper to Samantha.
"Whoops." she confirms.
The popular girl whirls around to say something to us again.
"Shhhhhh!" she hisses.
"Whoops." We agree.
"Omigosh! You actually like Justin Beiber? No one likes him anymore! He is soooooo done."
We sit in silence.
"Whoops?" I whisper to Samantha.
"Whoops." she confirms.
The popular girl whirls around to say something to us again.
"Shhhhhh!" she hisses.
"Whoops." We agree.
Before Samantha and I could converse about it more, however, a tall woman at the front of the class raps a ruler on her desk and clears her throat.
To absolutely no effect. The class ignored her entirely.
I glanced over at Samantha again. She seemed to think for a moment, then shrugged very convincingly.
The tall woman cleared her throat again, and hit the desk harder. Finally, she could take it no more.
"CLASS!" she roared.
Everyone cringed in their seats and shut up.
She sighed and set the ruler down. Straightening her skirt she said, "Now, hello class. I am Ms. Liming, your homeroom teacher. Say hello class."
Everyone rolled their eyes at her old-school talk. She even looked old. She had blond hair tied up in a tight bun, huge horn-rimmed glasses, and a skirt and tucked in shirt to match. But, one more stern look from Ms. Liming, and the class chorused, "Hello, Ms. Liming."
To absolutely no effect. The class ignored her entirely.
I glanced over at Samantha again. She seemed to think for a moment, then shrugged very convincingly.
The tall woman cleared her throat again, and hit the desk harder. Finally, she could take it no more.
"CLASS!" she roared.
Everyone cringed in their seats and shut up.
She sighed and set the ruler down. Straightening her skirt she said, "Now, hello class. I am Ms. Liming, your homeroom teacher. Say hello class."
Everyone rolled their eyes at her old-school talk. She even looked old. She had blond hair tied up in a tight bun, huge horn-rimmed glasses, and a skirt and tucked in shirt to match. But, one more stern look from Ms. Liming, and the class chorused, "Hello, Ms. Liming."
"Very well. Now I expect you to treat each other with respect and kindness."
Samantha and I role our eyes with the rest of the kids.
"Now open to page thirteen in you science book."
Samantha and I role our eyes with the rest of the kids.
"Now open to page thirteen in you science book."
"So." He drawls. I immediately don't like his voice. "You're new."
I glance briefly in Samantha's direction, but she wasn't paying any attention, instead immersed in the textbook. I look back at the boy and say nothing. Finally, I say, "I suppose I'm not considered 'old' if I've been here for a few hours."
The boy grimaced. Clearly my answer wasn't the predicted one.
I glance briefly in Samantha's direction, but she wasn't paying any attention, instead immersed in the textbook. I look back at the boy and say nothing. Finally, I say, "I suppose I'm not considered 'old' if I've been here for a few hours."
The boy grimaced. Clearly my answer wasn't the predicted one.

1) I don't really want to ruin it with my quite horrible writing
2) I'm blanking. I don't know what happens next. (They probably have a smart comebacks comments routine but I am very not good at that kind of stuff... )
1) No such thing as horrible writing here ;)
2) Okay then, that's okay, I'll try for something
3) Please no swearing here. It says that on the guidelines, and I'd like to stick to them.
2) Okay then, that's okay, I'll try for something
3) Please no swearing here. It says that on the guidelines, and I'd like to stick to them.

Why don't you try and maybe if I come up with something, I'll try to add...
I turn back around to face the front of the class again. I think for a moment, then decide a 'smug grin' would best fit here. I masked my face.
"Now class."
The classroom's murmerings died down.
"What is the topic listed at the top of page 13? Anyone? Ah, Mindy, correct? would you like to..?"
I glanced briefly at Samantha beside me but she held only a human's 'confident expression'.
"Now class."
The classroom's murmerings died down.
"What is the topic listed at the top of page 13? Anyone? Ah, Mindy, correct? would you like to..?"
I glanced briefly at Samantha beside me but she held only a human's 'confident expression'.

"Sure," Samantha -Mindy- shrugged and had a bored yet confidant expression on her face, which is apparently not quite easy to achieve. Samantha's going to fit right in. "It's 'Plant Cells vs Animal Cells'."
"That is correct," Ms. Liming held a satisfied expression, as if that was hard question.
(I have a question... How come both of them are girls, now? At the beginning it said 'Jack'. So... Also, what is the name of the person whose point of view this is in? I know her school name is Brianna but at the top it said Jack, which I think won't happen since she's a girl now... This sentence is confusing.)

(Yeah, I think it would have been awesome if Jack was a boy.... )
Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhmigosh so sorry!!! I had no idea there was a 'jack' mentioned somewhere - I guess I just thought that it was a girl.................. sorry!!!!
