Chapter 2: Sing And Sew (Alisa)
Finally, the sun raised. The birds started to sing their own hit lists. Through the window glass of Alisa's bedroom, kids in bicycles started to ring their bells. The neighbourhood had awakened. Now, Alisa could play Lady Gaga's Born This Way as loud as she could.
More than anything, Alisa wanted to shake her head to the rythm of Born This Way. No, wait a minute. Not exactly. What she really wanted to do was bounce in her metallic bed, kick her electromagnetic sheets, balance her shoulders, shake her ass and her head to the rythm of Born This Way. But altering the electricity flow before the charging was completed could lead to memory loss, fainting or even a coma.
Enjoying her morning transfusion, she was siting on the edge of her bed with a jumble of black and red wires connected to her back. Meanwhile, Alisa was reading the latest issue of the Seventeen magazine. She was examining the models soft backs, in search of metallic buttons, wondering how they managed to ''recharge'' without them.
As Carmen Electra (that's how Alisa called her bed, because the scientific name was diffficult to pronounce) stopped, Alisa felt the tingling of her buttons as they cooled. Brimming with energy, she started to smell the perfume tester that came with the magazine.
-Do you like it?-she asked, shaking the magazine in front of the fashion rats. Five white rats were siting on their back paws as they scratched the cage's wall. The multicolored glitter that covered their backs was falling.
Alisa smelled the perfume again.
-Me too-she got up and light up her vanilla candles.
-It's vanilla what I'm smelling?-asked her father, who was behind the door.
Alisa turned off the music.
-Yeees!-she answered happily. She ignored her father's false angry tone, tone used since Alisa changed the look of his laboratory (From a professional to a glamorous one). But she knew that her father didn't care about that. Now, his laboratory was also her daughter's bedroom. In fact, if he didn't care, he wouldn't refer her as...
-How's daddy's perfect girl?-Vladimir Bosconovitch knocked on the door again and he opened it. However, Irina came first.
-Can we talk for a moment, sweetheart?-asked Irina.
Vladimir, swaging a travel bag, came before. Her fathers went to her holding hands.
-Sit down, Alisa-said Irina to Alisa.
Alisa walked through the fluffy pink carpet, silently fearing that her parents would have noticed in her lasts downloads in Itunes. Nervous, she started to touch the slim line of stitches that held her head in it's place.
-Don't touch the stitches!-said Vladimir-. You don't have to get nervous. We only want to talk to you.
-What's up?-she said smiling and, with the voice, she tried to hide that she had spent 6.000 Yen in a season pass for Gossip Girl.
Vladimir took a deep breath; then, he exhaled to make the announcement:
-The summer has just ended. Mum and I have to get back to work at the university. We can't keep on teaching you at home.
-Mmm, What?-Alisa frowned.
Irina continued:
-What dad is trying to say it's that you're fifteen days old. In each day he had been introducing in your brain the knowledge of a year: math, science, history, technology, music, fashion, good manners, recognizing the senses, muscular coordination... You don't miss anything!
Alisa nodded.
-So, now that you're a beautiful and an intelligent girl, you're ready for...-Irina sobbed a bit.
Finally, Irina said:
-A high school for ordinary guys.
-What dou you mean with ''ordinary guys''?-asked Alisa.
-Guys with normal attributes.
-Like...-Irina took the magazine from the desk and pointed to a group of models-. Like them.
-Am I an ordinary girl?-asked Alisa.
Irina shook her head.
-Why? Is it because my hair is pink?-insisted Alisa.
Vladimir chuckled.
-No, it's not because your hair is pink-he said-. It's because I fabricated you.
-And why? Didn't the parents of the others ''fabricated'' them?-Alisa did the quote sign with her fingers- You know, technically talking.
Irina raised one eyebrow.
-Yes, but I fabricated you in a more literal way-said Vladimir-. In this laboratory. With perfect body parts that I made with my own hands. I programmed your brain and filled it with knowledges, I sticked your body parts and I innstalled you a couple of buttons in your back so I could recharge you. You don't need food to survive. And, you see, Alisa. Well, I fabricated you, so you can... well... take off your arms and things like that, without feeling pain.
Alisa stared at her arms like it was for the first time. It was true, more than one time her arms fell off and she didn't feel pain. But, time ago, her father told her that she musn't take off her head. He said that very seriously, so she didn't ask more questions.
-I know. It's awesome, Right?
-Yeah, it is-Vladimir chuckled-. That's why you're so special. That doesn't happen to other girls in the high school. You're the only one.
-So, you're saying that there are going to be more people in the high school?-asked Alisa.
Her parents nodded slowly. Then, Alisa started to feel a bunch of energy moving in her stomach. It was raising in her throat till she shouted:
-AMAZING!
A/N: Hey guys! I'm worried because I know that there are probably a LOT of grammatical mistakes in the story. If someone notice about them, please let me know.
