Chapter 2 – Smeets

She opened her eyes to the sight of a fellow smeet beside her. He had round ruby eyes, simple male antennae that went straight back, and a silver PAK sporting pink buttons. "Oh good," he sighed. "I thought you were a Defective."

A female smeet to his right narrowed her eyes and drew her mouth out in a frown. "Oto! Defectives aren't dead!" she squeaked. "They're just broken!" Her long, triangle-curving antennae lay flat against her head and her purple eyes glimmered with frustration.

Oto turned around to face her. "How do you know Defectives can't be dead? Huh?"

"I'm older than you," came the smug reply.

Oto growled, but did not retaliate. Mii looked around at her new surroundings. They were in a vast stone room (near the back of it, too, Mii noticed) full of rows and rows of smeets sitting in odd, silvery chairs that appeared to be liquid. She poked her own. It moved down as her finger did, but it still felt solid.

She felt a tap on her shoulder and turned to see Oto smiling at her. "Hi," he squeaked. "I'm Oto." Oto held out his little hand for Mii to shake. She obliged, then Oto continued. "It's nice that now I have a male to talk to now; talking with Ari isn't exactly pleasant. So what's your name?"

Mii slowly took her hand back. Male? No. She was a female, right? "Um," she began tentatively. "My name is Mii, but I'm not a male. I'm a female."

Oto looked her up and down for a moment, confusion written in every cell on his face, then he shook his head. "No, you're a male. I'm sure of it. Your antennae barely curl. You must be male. Check your personal file in your PAK if you don't believe me."

Mii frowned. Oto was acting as if he knew everything, which she knew he didn't. It annoyed her, and she let her facial expression tell him that. He didn't seem to notice, though, so she sighed and searched her PAK for her personal information file. She found it quickly and opened up the file. Data flashed before her eyes.

Name: Mii

Gender: F

Genetic Type: D

Approximate Age: 10 minutes

Eyes: Blue

Antennae curls: 2

Height: 1' 3"

Weight: 6 lbs

Career: N/A

PAK serial Number: WP0579039

The information went on, but she ignored most of it. She was a bit surprised that her antennae only curled twice, but she supposed that not everyone could have extremely curly antennae. That wasn't the only thing that intrigued her, though. As she came out from within herself, she wondered what "Genetic Type D" meant.

She opened her eyes to Oto staring expectantly at her. "Well?" he prompted.

Mii sat up in her chair and smirked, hoping that Oto would freak out when he found out that he was wrong. That would be fun to watch. "I'm female," she proudly informed him.

Mii was disappointed when Oto didn't freak out. Instead, he squinted and looked as if he was deep in thought. "Are you sure? Because you don't look like-" Beside him, the purple-eyed female, Ari, nudged him with her elbow.

"Leave her alone," she squeaked. "You don't know everything. Maybe her curls are just too small."

Mii appreciated Ari's interjection, but she just had to correct her. She leaned away from her chair- for some reason, she couldn't get up- and cleared her throat to get Ari's attention. "Um, actually, I only have two curls. It said so in my Personal File."

The confusion that had once occupied Oto's face now spread across Ari's. "Only two? That doesn't seem right. What's your Genetic Type?"

"D," Mii replied promptly, still not sure what "genetic type" meant.

Confusion was replaced by deep thought on Ari's face. "But females are type B. And males are A. Are you sure it's D and not B?"

Agitation built up inside Mii. Did they really think she was so incompetent as to not be able to read? "I'm certain it's D," Mii huffed.

"Well check again; you never know," Ari advised.

Mii was just about to activate her PAK lasers and violently murder Ari, when a male smeet in the row in front of them turned around and spoke. "Maybe I can help."