921,533. I sat down on a bench in the vacant upstairs of the art museum, bathed in low lights that hovered feet above glass panels that separated me from the thirty some students on their field trip twenty meters below, including my Clara. (I guess I'm hers really, but we treat each other like sisters.) I ran the numbers through my head, then through goggle for good measure. I closed out of the meaningless results and shook my head, rewinding my memory.
"Why are you so sad?" I asked playfully. He turned away, trying to hide his saddened expression.
"Go away, I don't feel like talking right now."
"Really!" I said simply, reverting back to serious mode and reaching for his arm. He brushed me off and answered. I especially remembered his ears.
"921533." His ears were soft and rounded. Human.
I always knew Brian was different than the rest of the persocoms I'd met. I also knew he ran away from his first owner, the one who made him. Rumorhas it that he beat Brian if the software didn't work, but his new owner, Paul, treats him alright. We all know what those ears mean.
Custom made.
"Have you said Happy Birthday?" Paul's voice sucked me out of deep thought; I turned to look at him. Then it clicked. Literally.
"I know you care about him, but I don't think he likes his birthday." I said, then stood, running in the direction Brian went. That's what numbers meant! It was all coming together. The numbers! It's always a game, isn't it, Brian? They are your birthday! September 21st, that's today! I glanced down at my watch; almost 5:30. I finally spotted him across the room, darting into an empty hallway. I ran in after him, and caught his arm, catching him before he collapsed onto the floor. We sat down together, he buried his face deep into my chest, and he cried, or at least mimicked the humans crying. We sat for fifteen minutes reminiscing, while I cradled his head and stroked his hair. Curse you, Clara, for making me so caring. You're the one who gets sick all the time. But sitting there with Brian wasn't actually that bad. He was always so nice to me, but I never knew far behind his humor applications and what milk to buy and such; we always went shopping together.
A/N: well, I hope you liked it. I pretty much took the concept of Chobits and made a totally new story. R&R, I want to know what you think!