Five

Somewhere in Nigeria, 

In the Hovercar. 

24, 3, 2030. 

"This is all your fault!" Those words were all it took for the foreboding silence to leave.

Ire, with red-rimmed eyes, stained cheeks, and runny nose, glared at his big sister. She wasn't even his big sister. She was just some metallic rubbish they made to look like his sister. His sister is dead. If it were even possible, he was more enraged.

He watched the robot wince and fold itself. It shed crocodile tears and hugged its arms around itself.

"I wish you weren't my sister. I wish you were never born!" He continued to glare, fisting his palms to balls.

"Enough!" His father barked. He had been quiet the whole time seeming to have lost touch with reality. Alpha had driven them away from the scene of the crime.

"If it weren't for her," Ire continued pointing at the thing they keep telling him was his sis