It was today. Emily sat up on the bed, offering her first yawn of the day. It was not so difficult to recall what would go on in the Enterprise a few hours before the end of the day. According to the calendar and the blaring of the alarm in her room, the creation process of the AI would begin the very moment she stepped into the office. She was still seated on the bed with the many thoughts that went on in her head. What next? She wondered, falling on the bed and shutting her eyes. Without hesitation and wasting time, she recollected what the day would hold and jumped off the bed before heading to the bathroom. How will the uncreated creation end up coming out? Good or bad? She wondered as she took the yield of the toothbrush from where it was, added some paste to it and began to brush her mouth. Something was going on with Olivia, her thoughts hovered when she finished brushing and she flushed the item she used for her mouth. “Yes.” She declined to doubt the thoughts in her

When Olivia walked out of the office, Victoria let out a sigh. Her hands which relaxed on the keyboard of the computer system, fell off and hit the desk. Her insides were bubbling. There was joy in the way she conducted herself, and whoever it was that saw her at that instant, could tell that something good and unforeseen had taken place. Who could have thought that Olivia would change her mind as soon as possible? “Wow!” Her legs led her to the window intersection and she staggered on it, looking out of the space to see what went on in the lower part of the building. Although she peeked out of the window, her concentration relaxed on something else—far away from the areas of the Corporation. “Fool,” she said in reference to Olivia who was swift to fall for her words and strategies. How come? She wondered, retracing her footsteps back to the desk. She walked back and took a seat on the chair and let out a sigh. The porter on the computer screen had blanked out and she cared

The weekend came in a hurry, not as expected. Olivia had expected that it would take longer than usual since it had to do with betraying her best friend. Well, what could she do at this point? From the look of things, she was in the deal already and backing off from everything would be a difficult decision to make. For some reason, she should spend her day in the house just like Emily, but she cannot. The meeting was today: it rang in her head like an announcement very mandatory. After many hesitations, she sat up on the bed. What was the time? She glanced at the wall clock and heaved a sigh. It was still too early, should she sleep some more? She questioned herself as she flinched off the bed, changing her mind and walking to the bathroom. She changed into something else and walked out of her room. Emily needed to understand she was leaving the house to someplace on a weekend, but how was she going to tell to the older woman? She murmured in her head, catching up with the c

“How was the meeting?” Emily asked the moment Olivia found her way into the house. Initially, she rested on the couch but sat up at the sight of her best friend. Olivia, who looked more than exhausted, sprawled on a couch and threw her bag on the footing of the living room. “How long did it take?” She questioned as she gazed at Emily who waited on her for a reply. “Four hours,” Emily answered back. “Shorter than a normal meeting should be.” She added and got up from the chair. “One second, please.”Olivia nodded, she stayed there, catching her breath. She was exhausted from everything and needed some time to herself, as there was a need to rest from the long discussion she had with Olivia at the lounge of the small hotel. The kitchen door was pushed open and Emily walked out, with a glass of water. “You must be thirsty,” she mumbled, getting closer to the couch where Olivia lay. “Here, take some water.”“How did you know?” Olivia cried, grabbing the glass from Emily. “That word y

“I can't believe I am done with this project!” An excited Emily cried out as she walked to the Eatery with Mark who took her hand in his. “I can't believe it, too,” Mark confessed. “And to think that you didn't make an ordinary creation, Emily.”Now they stopped at one of the tables in the eatery. Emily grabbed one of the chairs and Mark did the same, taking the chair opposite her. When they were resolved on their seats, the man snapped his fingers and a man in uniform wandered in the direction that led to their table. “Good day, sir,” the man greeted when he arrived. “Good day, ma'am.”“Good day,” Emily greeted on behalf of herself and Mark, who positively nodded. “Give us two plates of fried rice and chicken.”“Perfect!” The younger man jotted down on the pad he arrived with. “Anything else?” He questioned. “Something to drink, I presume.”“Two bottles of water would do for me,” Mark bobbed his head. “A glass of juice and a bottle of water should do for the lady.”“Is it?” The ma