The Games We Play - Part Three
"I don't know where we are. All I know is we're not in Mainframe." AndrAIa sat up and placed a caring
hand on Enzo's shoulder. She did her best to change the subject on something of a better situation, but
there wasn't one. "What about your eye? What are we going to do about it?"
"It'll be okay...I guess. Nothing that won't heal over time."
"Enzo! Stop this! We have to see to your eye, and figure some things out. I know things look bad right now,
but we have to take care of our problems."
She then looked at him and noticed he was still not listening so she took a visual approach. She
pointed to the torn piece of cloth in his hand, then made notice of the cut on her head. "I can wait. You
cannot. Some wounds do fix themselves, but not all of them."
"But, AndrAIa!....We just don't have time!"
"No, Enzo, this is serious! I know you are in pain! You have to be! And...And what is with you all of a
sudden?"
Enzo turned and glared at his friend. "Log off! You're right my eye does hurt, but what good is it to talk
about it? It won't change a anything!" He got up and walked away, leaving a very shocked sea sprite
behind him.
AndrAIa rolled her eyes at his back, then layed down on the bench, using the ripped piece of cloth for a
small pillow, soon falling asleep.
A short distance away Enzo sat gazing up at the sky above. What am I going to do? He quickly turned
his head to the left, hearing footsteps nearby. "Who's there," said Enzo as he stood up, trying his best to see
in the dark.
"I am," came a calm sounding voice. "Who are you," jumped Enzo. "I'm the Command.Com, and I was
taking my usual night watch, and seemed to stumble upon you." The man leant down to face Enzo,
extending his left hand. "My name is Filter. What's yours?" Enzo looked at the sprite before him, and finally
after a good stare shook his hand, answering, "Enzo Matrix."
"Well, Enzo, looks like you could use some help," said Filter as he saw Enzo's battered eye.
At first Enzo was unsure of what to say, but a rush of pain told him the answer. He thought of how to
reply, and said, "My friend probably needs to see someone as well."
"Your friend?"
"Yes, she's over there," Enzo tilted his head slightly towards the occupied bench. He walked over to her,
Filter close behind.
Enzo touched the side of AndrAIa's face in an attempt to wake her. AndrAIa turned, but did not wake,
considering this was the first real nights sleep she had had in a while. "Here I'll take her," Filter said gently.
Enzo's brows furrowed, but in the end he nodded and moved to the side to make room for the man.
Filter bent down and picked up the small sea sprite, holding her tightly. "Where did she come from?"
Filter wanted to ask the same of Enzo, but figured he should wait. "A game," replied Enzo without any
thought on the matter. Filter's eyes widened, "She's a...Game Sprite?"
"Yep, AI."
"Oh. Well, why don't you come with me to my house? My wife, Corel, is a nurse, and she will tend to all
wounds in the morning." Enzo didn't pay much attention, as he found himself extremely tired. Frisket was
the in the same state.
"My house is not far from here," said Filter. They walked a few blocks more, and soon came upon a nice
sized house.
They walked into the house, and Filter placed AndrAIa on a fluffy, white couch in his living room.
"Enzo, you can stay here. I'll go get my wife."
Shortly after Filter had left Enzo layed down on the couch next to AndrAIa. He fell asleep with
ease, despite the fact that he knew his life was about to seriously change.
End Part Three