stories begin with an innocent, untroubled youth that eventually leads to the mundane trials of
everyday life. Felicity’s story was far from ordinary. She’d been but a mere
child of three when her father began to tinker with the idea of an AI program.
He’d spend countless nights tinkering and muttering away as he worked his
nimble fingers to the bone. Felicity used to wake up in the middle of the
night to the sounds of her father’s rather loud musings; she’d lightly giggle
whenever she heard a loud yelp of pain from behind the solid oak door. She’d
wait a few seconds before scrambling
out of bed while racing to
said door. Her little
hands would pound away at the solid frame until she heard his chair shuffle
back. She’d grin broadly as
the lock clicked, the door slid open slightly and his tired drawn face would come into view.
reach down to run his usually
bruised fingers over her dark roots while smiling slightly making his eyes crinkle at the sides. Felicity would grin back at
him with adoration, her small light voice asking the same question
night after night.
did you hurt yourself again?” She’d bob her head from side to side as her
father’s smile grew.
wait a few brief moments
before replying “Yes baby but don’t worry no harm done.”
routine shifted as she aged.Her
father’s smile faded with time, her once cute night time interruptions were
replaced by louder, less appreciated ones. It was one of these
incidents that had led to her most transformative experience yet.