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Chapter Two,

"I'm supposed to go with them to get Mr. Stephenson from the airport, want to come along?" Bennett asked Topher, with a smile.

"How could I refuse?" He said cheerfully.

"You can't, really." She grinned.

At the Airport,

Mr. Stephenson would be arriving in a private jet, so they would immediately know who he was. They were waiting patiently. Bennett was feeling much calmer then she had the day before, when something like this normally would have worried her. But she had Topher to keep her company, so she couldn't complain. Besides, it was a wonderful excuse to get away from Quinn. She was very, very sick of him. And just wanted to be left alone. He freaked her out a little bit, not that she'd ever admit she was frightened of him.

Before long the small plane landed. It was a small, but fancy jet, with the name Rossum painted in shiny black letters on the side of it. As soon as the doors opened and stairs were let down, a group of people stepped down the stairs. Mostly men in suits, and she wondered which one would be their new programmer.

Bennett and Topher were both in for a very big surprise, however, about the new programmer.

The group of men came forward, leading a young boy, about seven years old, with freckles and red hair.

Bennett looked at them with complete confusion.

"Bennett Halverson? And you must be Topher Brink." One of the men said, shaking each ones hand in turn.

"Are you James Stephenson?" Bennett asked the man.

"Oh no." He laughed, "This is James Stephenson." He said, motioning to the child.

"Um, excuse me?" Bennett asked, raising her eyebrows. "This is our new programmer?" She lowered her voice, "But he can't be more then seven years old!" She said.

The little boy cleared his throat. "Almost eight!" He defended, annoyed.

"He's also a genius." The man explained, "You'll see."

"I'm sure we will..." Bennett said, she eyed the child doubtfully though. "When I was told James Stephenson was a young, I didn't think they meant a child." She whispered to Topher, who appeared very surprised as well.

"Well, alright James." She said, sighing. She still looked very doubtful. "I guess we better get going."

"Whys your arm in a cast?" James asked eagerly.

"Hey! Little man! That's a pretty cool jet, isn't it?" Topher asked, changing the subject quickly.

The boy nodded, and excitedly launched into an explenation about how he was sure he had the whole system figured out. Impressive indeed.

At the Dollhouse,

"When you told me I was going to train a new programmer, I didn't think that you meant a child!" Bennett said, frustrated.

"He's a child, but he's also a genius. He has great potential under your care." Mr. Lipmen, the head of the D.C. house, told Bennett. "Don't write off the child yet."

"I'm not writing him off, but I won't train him." Bennett objected.

"Excuse me? And how is that not writing him off?"

"Because, I'm sure he's a genius, but I don't care! I'm not..." She broke off, struggling to find the right words. "I don't want a child forced to do something so...Morally questionable. He's just a kid."

"Miss Halverson, your doing the kid a favor. He's an orphan, and we're providing him with money so that he can get a good education as soon as he's finished here, and are giving him the opportunity to have a job for as long as he could want one. He'll be able to retire at an early age, rich and happy."

"You really think that's what's going to happen? You think the kid is going to come away from this totally unafected?" Bennett asked, disbelievingly.

"James is perfectly eager--"

"That's because he's a kid! He doesn't know that this is..." Bennett broke off.

"Is it wrong, Miss Halverson?"

"It's..." She couldn't finish, the mental struggle was written all over her face. The moral war that was constantly raging inside her mind.

Mr. Lipmen took a step forward, a look of venom on his face. "I suggest you be very careful, Miss Halverson, because as soon as you question the moral integrity of what you do, you question the very core of yourself."

Bennett turned to the door, finished arguing, and ready to leave the room.

"Someone willing to torture a mindless doll shouldn't question anyone's morals. Especially not her own." Mr. Lipmen called from behind her.

Bennett's hand trembled as she put it on the doorknob, but her voice was firm as she said. "Good day, Mr. Lipmen."

A while later, Bennett stepped into her lab, to find both Topher and James sitting in front of the computer playing a video game. After a moment, they stopped and high fived. "Way to go man! Impressive!" Topher told James, grinning. Then he glanced up at Bennett. "Me and James are pretty good buds." He explained, cheerfully.

Bennett wished she could return his smile.