A Trip to the Zoo
The next morning was a bit brighter than the last. It was a Saturday, so Sam didn't have to go to work. Around five o'clock in the morning he was woken by the sight of Quorra showing him the sunset. That was one of her favorite activities, watching the sun rise and set. Sam, look at the colors this morning. They are so beautiful! She would say every morning andhe would ramble, Yeah. It is pretty beautiful. After the sun would rise, usually around 7:30 AM, Sam usually got to work, leaving Quorra at home. This was no problem for her, as she would either read her current Jules Verne novel or watch a movie. Since it was a Saturday though, Sam was able to have an extra hour of sleep once the sun rose, and then it was off to the city.
As Sam and Quorra drove through the city on the Ducati, Quorra would marvel at the huge skyscrapers and the ocean in the far distance. How nice of him to take me here. She thought. They finally decided to stop at the zoo, as Quorra was always interested with animals and nature. In fact, the first day she was in the real world, she spent an hour watching a hungry squirrel run up and down his tree with acorns in his mouth preparing for winter.
"Where are we, Sam?" she asked. "Is this the place where people can observe animals?" she added.
"Yes, Quorra, this is the place where people observe animals. It is called the zoo. Where would you like to go first? We can go to the polar bears- this way- or the lions….. okay or not…" he finished his sentence short as Quorra went over to the nearest exhibit, the flamingos.
"Sam, what are these called?" she asked.
"Those are called flamingos, Quorra." Sam answered.
Quorra reached out to touch one, but Sam quickly let her know about the don't- touch-the-animals rule. "Quorra, we aren't allowed to touch the animals. They are wild, and they don't know we're just curious about them and think we are trying to hurt them. They will defend themselves by biting or scratching or something else that would hurt.
"Oh. Yes, of course. Why are they pink?" she asked. Sam answered very smartly with an "Uh…" Where's the info plate…. Info plate….. Sam thought. He stalled by slowly saying, "Flamingos are pink because…" Aha! Flamingos are pink because of their diet…. "Well the information plate says that their diet has weird pigments that change the color of their feathers." He finally answered after what only was a few seconds but seemed like eternity.
All day they strolled around the zoo, watching the animals go about their habitats. Quorra's particular favorite exhibit was the monkeys.
"Look at how they swing on the ropes, and act so human like!" she marveled. No wonder they were so interesting to her. Being a program smart enough to solve major world problems I guess she would be fascinated by their human-like nature. Monkeys were a popular topic for scientists to study. Quorra was as smart as any scientist as far as Sam thought.
Sam was enjoying himself almost as much as Quorra. She acts so much like a child… How curious and innocent… He realized he was staring at her as the roar of a lion snapped him back to reality. Good thing that lion did roar, because boy, that would be embarrassing if she caught me staring like that. She's so beautiful… stay focused, Sam!
When the outing was coming to an end, Sam decided to take Quorra to the giraffe observation tower to watch the sunset. He remembered as a kid when he came up here and watched the very same thing.
Look at that, man! Isn't it beautiful? His dad would say to him when they stood, Sam younger of course, in the same spot he and Quorra stood right then. Sam then remembered his vow to not mourn his father and changed the subject. "So, Quorra, did you enjoy today's outing?" He asked.
"Yes, Sam Flynn, I certainly did." She said, smiling.
The ride home flew by. Almost immediately after Quorra had entered Sam's apartment, she passed out on the couch, with a content look on her face. Sam smiled, trying not to laugh and wake her up. Wow. On week nights she'll stay up until four AM, but now she passes out before ten. Eh, at least I can make up for the sleep I lost this morning. Wait, I should give her a blanket… Sam went and got an extra blanket from his bed and laid it over Quorra before going to bed himself. That was a great trip, if I do say so myself. He thought, smiling contentedly. He sighed one deep, happy sigh before he finally drifted off into sleep.
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