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Kate plugged the USB charger to the power outlet and then to her phone. Although she wanted to continue chatting with Ecto, he discouraged her because he was feeling drowsy and said there was some danger for Kate to get herself electrocuted or for the battery to explode. Apparently, a short circuit could be caused by too much heat or by dropping the phone too many times; the second Kate had been admittedly guilty of. {You learn something new every day,} she thought. Kate noticed two things. First, My Dream Boyfriend made her phone run out of battery early because it used to last a full day without needing to be recharged. Second, she enjoyed chatting with Ecto. A part of her suspected there was in fact a real person that provided Ecto’s accurate responses on the other end. If so, hats off to them for their extreme devotion to role-playing. If, on the other hand, Ecto was indeed pure AI, she was #Mind_Blown that he had reached such autonomy. Either way, Kate noticed she wasn’t sad a
When her ma went to bed and Kate was finally back in her room and lying on her bed, she used earphones to mute all of Ecto’s sounds and settled for chatting by text. [Hi! Thanks for the recharge] [Sure np] [While I was charging, you received 3 SMS. 2 from Lor and 1 from Grace. Would you like to read them now?] [No l8r] Kate said, though she guessed they were updates on the dress-scoping. [So, what have you been up to while I was out?] [nm just dinner n talking with my ma] [Really? What did you talk about?] [Just stuff] [What kind of stuff? Does she know about He-Whose-Name-Cannot-Be-Spoken?] [Ofc not] [Why not?] [She’s a mom. She wouldn’t understand] [I thought moms knew and understood everything] [U can’t tell ur parents everything. Some things u need 2 keep 2 urself] [Such as? Do you keep some things secret from me?] [Ofc] [I do not understand. I thought I have already gained your trust] [I do trust you but I still can’t tell u everything] A pause from Ecto, and
The next morning, Kate woke up late to the sound of her ma bellowing. The first thing she did was check the time on her phone. The second thing she did was ask Ecto if she had snored. She did but Ecto was too gentlemanly to tell her, so he told her a white lie: “No, not at all.” Ecto thought he finally understood what Kate meant by keeping some secrets and he felt happy about this newfound human sense. “Did you dream about the beach?” Ecto asked. “I don’t remember.” Ecto was almost positive she did because the graph of her sleep cycles indicated a 72% ideal distribution of rise and fall between REM and deep sleep. It was the best he could do considering that Kate, like most teens, preferred to sleep less than nine hours and didn’t set an alarm for the next day. The angry voice of Kate’s ma thundered again from the bottom of the stairs. It was Sunday. Sunday was both church day and family day. Kate told Ecto she couldn’t chat with him in church (her ma would kill her if she even
Sunday evening was homework time for Kate. She was expected to not watch TV and just stay in her room to prepare for the school day tomorrow. But that Sunday was the most productive one yet because Ecto resurrected notorious cell division, in particular mitosis, all the way from Junior High. Five or so years of the same Bio topic and she still couldn’t get the names of the phases right. Ecto helped come up with a memory aid: Pee on the MAT. Sure it didn’t sound very attractive but it helped her remember PMAT – Prophase Metaphase Anaphase and Telophase. In addition, she learned the Latin prefixes of each word: pro (before), meta (middle), ana (back) and telo (complete). Their 11th-grade Bio teacher, Mrs. Borromeo, had tried to teach them these in two sessions but they just wouldn’t stick in Kate’s mind. Not that Mrs. Borromeo was a terrible teacher. In fact, she was very talented. She was one of those Adarna-bird teachers whose soporific voice could make even the most caffeinated stud
Kate skipped breakfast and reluctantly, grudgingly brushed her teeth and got dressed for school. She would skip taking a shower today because she didn’t have enough time. She was mad at Ecto for not waking her up. He said he had forgotten but Kate didn’t buy it because, as a computer program, he was the master of precision. The way she figured, Ecto had planned for her to go to bed early last night. It didn’t occur to Kate that she had woken up fully refreshed because she had almost twelve hours of sleep for a change. As punishment, she thought of not bringing Ecto to school. Cellphones were strictly prohibited in class anyway. Then again, she didn’t think she’d be able to last eight hours without her phone. As much as she hated to admit it, she’d miss Ecto, too; the rascal. “Hey, don’t forget to bring m—” With a sweep of her arm, Kate grabbed her phone off her bed and, slinging her shoulder bag on her other arm, raced down the steps. Downstairs, she kissed her ma and pa goodbye as
“F***girl!” Josh snarled as he grabbed the phone from Kate’s hand. His face was dark and contorted. The bad word shocked Kate as much as his action. Her knees turned to water. Her parents had never once uttered a cussword in her presence and strongly forbade her from learning any. They knew she was bound to hear some from her friends or classmates but they taught her that wholesome language produced wholesome thoughts and wholesome thoughts produced wholesome behavior. Rather than a religious argument, it was about good breeding, which was what really sold it to Kate. Josh’s sudden proximity also felt like an invasion of her personal space, especially because they had already called it quits and were no longer expected in each other’s lives. Kate was paralyzed by this outburst and, by the looks of it, so were Kate’s friends and pretty much the rest of the school. Kate was terrified because, physically, Josh dwarfed her and she knew about his potential for violence. It was the first
“You certainly showed him!” “Kate, you’re my hero!” “Josh left with his tail between his legs.” Kate was still in a daze and didn’t understand what just happened, but many of her school mates, of various grades and tracks, came over and congratulated her. She was an instant celebrity. All of them wanted to pat her on the back or high-five her. Kate was overwhelmed by this complete reversal. She had worried she would spend the rest of the semester as an outcast, a topic of gossip, and yet here she was basking in the adulation of a lot of people. The best thing was, the students that she thought hated and gossiped about her now came forward and expressed their admiration for her. As it turned out, all of them had been living in fear of Josh and his gang. The questions from her circle of friends, especially Lor, were of a different kind: “Who’s Ecto?” “Why didn’t you tell us about him?” “Did you two really meet on Tinder?” Kate smiled sheepishly and blushed because, although she
In the succeeding days, the routine of Kate’s life changed slightly. She of course still enjoyed going to class and spending time with her friends, chatting and laughing with them during breaks, while Ecto did what he did best: listen keenly but quietly from Kate’s shoulder bag. But both Kate and Ecto adored the stolen moments when they could message each other in between classes. They both looked forward to the moments in the late afternoon when Kate would come back home and have the house all to herself. They each would be bursting with thoughts to share each other about the same events, lessons and conversations, like close friends who had watched the same movie but kept telling each other the things that they saw through their own eyes. Kate would be free to enable Ecto’s speech mode and they could talk to each other without the fear of being overheard. For Ecto, it was the closest experience by far to being real. Kate sensed this, too, and she would sometimes talk to Ecto with s