The Games We Play - Part Four
A few nanoseconds later Corel entered the room with Filter. She was fairly short, had blue hair, and had a
lighter blue which served as her skin color. She smiled as she saw the two small sprites on the couch asleep.
"Where did they come from," she whispered as she pulled a fluffy blanket over Enzo and AndrAIa. "We haven't
exactly gotten that much information yet. I think it would be best if we talked to AndrAIa, the little girl. Enzo,
doesn't strike me as a person that is open to everyone," sighed Filter. "In the morning we'll have to clean up
Enzo's eye."
Corel gasped, "What happened?" She had children of her own, and didn't really like the thought of any
children getting hurt. Filter looked at Enzo, and realized that he was turned in a way which it would be
impossible to view the injured eye. "Oh. Well, it looks like maybe it could use some medical treatment, but he
needs rest first. We'll help them both in the morning." Corel agreed, then they left to take the rest of the night
in a deep sleep.
Early the next morning AndrAIa began to stir in her sleep. She turned violently, pushing Enzo right off the
couch. "Ahhh!" Enzo landed on the floor, startled. AndrAIa now fully awake looked at him, "Enzo! What
happened?!?...Woah...where are we?"
"Don't worry. We're fine. Why'll you were asleep someone came and helped us. We are in the Command.Com's
house," Enzo finished.
Corel got dressed and walked into downstairs to her living room, only to find the two small sprites from the
previous night deep in conversation. She walked over to them, and sat in a chair that was nearby. She finally
had a clear view of Enzo's eye. She gasped. She stood quickly. "Uh...sweetie...we need to see to that...now,"
she tried to act calm for his sake, but only made Enzo's nervousness, and confusion worse.
AndrAIa looked at Corel worried. "May I come?" Corel sighed at the doorway with Enzo at her side. "I'm
sorry, but no. He's is need of medical attention. I cannot have take guests in the ER." Enzo looked at her. He
swallowed, "S..surgery?"
Corel didn't give any time to explain as she hauled Enzo out of the house. AndrAIa sat down, stunned at
all that had just happened. She stared at the floor, then began to cry, fully taking in her atmosphere and
situation.
Filter ran into the living room, upon hearing the sobs. He picked up AndrAIa and held her, allowing the
little girl to cry until she was satisfied. When AndrAIa had stopped crying she got up and moved away from
Filter with question on her face, "Wh..who are you?...Where am I?"
"I'm Filter. I'm sure you have met my wife this morning, she's usually the first one up," he looked around,
"where is she...and Enzo?"
"She said Enzo needed to go to the hospital as soon as possible, they just left."
"Oh. Well, he'll be okay."
"Yeah, but he..." AndrAIa did not even have time to finish her sentence as a bright-eyed five hour old
came running into the room, talking a mile a micro. The little boy jumped on Filter's back playfully. The small
child paused from his chattering, "Who's that?" He looked at AndrAIa, and obviously liked her by the look on
his face. Filter laughed, "Zoom, I want you to meet AndrAIa," he turned to AndrAIa, "AndrAIa, this is Zoom, my
son." AndrAIa smiled at the hyper-active child. Zoom grinned back, then ran out of the room flustered.
AndrAIa looked down at the floor, feeling out of place and lost. "Why don't we go do something?"
That's alright, daddy. I'll take her...somewhere," said an older girl from the doorway. She was 1.4, had
rosed colored skin, and stunningly beautiful, light yellow hair. She smiled at the little mermaid before her.
"Come on, I bet I know of a place you would like. You hungry?" AndrAIa nodded, and a growl from her
stomach only emphasized her truthful action. "I guess that's a yes then Well...AndrAIa, I'm Sandra. Come on,
we can do something afterwards too. How about we do some shopping?"
Sandra and AndrAIa left soon, leaving Filter alone with a cup of java, and Zoom a few rooms away. "Now,
this is what I call a...somewhat peaceful morning," he smiled. A crash came from Zoom's room, followed by
'oops!'. Filter rolled his eyes, "Zoom, I'm gonna let you go on this one because when I go back to your room
there will be no mess," he said, taking a more parent like tone.
Meanwhile, at the hospital things had gone by quickly. Enzo watched the doctors relay orders back and
forth. He saw them checking monitors and consoles for information.
He began to get tired. Maybe it was because of the numerous shots they had given him, or maybe it was
the fact that the most they had said to him was What's your last name?.
Corel had left long ago, being called in on an emergency vid. Enzo didn't really care. She had said he
was in good hands, and for some reason he believed her. Even though his mother died during his child birth
he had been told many wonderful stories about her. From what his family had told him it seemed as though
Corel was a mirror image of his mom. Jessica Matrix was her name, he remembered the name from the times
he had heard his father say the name in his sleep when he was only seven hours old. Having Corel around
made things easier, and of course, AndrAIa would always be there for him.
Enzo's good eye shut, and he fell into a deep sleep. Not noticing the doctors that hovered above him with
metal instruments, and small tubes. As he was asleep he dreamed of Mainframe. It was in a dying state, and
no one was with him. He felt hungry and alone. The images of this dying system that once was his home faded
away as blackness came to him. Complete blackness.
End Part Four