Plucking Daisy
Introductory Test
Friends
"Why are you eating that?" Ryan asks.
Polly looks up at him. She is eating a salad, not her usual cuisine, and this fact reflects on her face with every bite she takes.
She glares at Ryan before turning attention to me, "So how's Penny coming along?" She asks.
The tactic is effective. Ryan turns to me and smiles asking, "Yea, how is all that going by the way?"
I end up just grinning sheepishly and looking at the ground. "It's, ya know, progress," I answer.
This answer is apparently not enough.
"What!?" Polly punched my arm and laughed, "You can't just say that!"
"Yea, how far along are you?" Ryan asked.
"You make it sound like I'm pregnant," I reply, with a shy smile.
"Well, she is your creation. This is probably the closest to giving birth you'll ever get," Ryan commented.
"Does someone have womb envy?" Polly asked teasingly before looking up at the roof to the sky above, "I wish I could do that."
"Don't go putting words in my mouth!" Ryan's face turned a shade of pink, "and maybe you could if you weren't a lesbian!"
"I meant create V.I., not children!" she shouted back, "And Amina and I could have children if we wanted, we just aren't ready!"
"You mean she's not ready."
Polly opened her mouth to retort but closed it and looked to her bowl in silence, stirring the dry leaves in around.
Polly's married to Amina, one of the directors of the company we work for. She just recently was appointed the job and has been very focused on her work lately. Though Polly and I are I fact brother and sister, we don't talk much about their relationship. Polly tends to keep it to herself.
This fact isn't because we aren't close, we've always told each other everything. This has been a recent development, this distance. Ever since she and Amina started dating she's been more and more cut off to me, and since she got the promotion, there has been an obvious wall between the two of us; one neither of us seems to be willing to take the initiative to break down.
I don't start now. "Yes, well…Penny's coming along nicely. I've almost got her programming finished up, and her entire physical layout, looks and all. But I don't know what colour to make her eyes."
Ryan looked up at me and then to Polly, who smiled before turning to me. She had a look on her face that said, well duh.
"What?"
"Jon, she's your creation. Make it whatever you want. Your favorite colour is yellow right? Make them yellow."
"Wouldn't yellow be weird?" Ryan asked, "Kinda werewolfy?"
"Then what about a light golden colour, I bet that would be beautiful."
"I actually really like that," I replied, pulling out my datapad.
"There he goes, he's gonna be programming for the rest of lunch." Polly giggled. "Make sure you eat the rest of your food," she said before returning to her conversation with Ryan.