Plucking Daisy
Chapter Chunk
Awake
My hands are shaking. I can feel them, let alone see them. It's making it hard to see the content of my datapad. The light trying to accommodate for the shifting of my eyes, but in reality it's the one moving and it causes the screen to look like it's made of water. I take a few deep breaths, calm my shakes as much as I can, and sit down in my chair. When I open my eyes, I'm ready.
The holoscreen comes of in front of me and I slide the controls to lift the chair, which responds, and I am now levitating off the ground. Pulling up the keyboard I command the builder arms to pull out a specific shell model that has been kept in my personal storage shelf: walrob92model6694shell_Penny.
The arms immediately went to work, pulling the shell out and putting it in front of me. One last deep breath, and then I start. I type in the usual commands, and all the programming begins to upload. He watched as the shells eyes flashed with colour, the coding working its way through its system. The process will take longer than normal, and I knew it would. This shell was a special shell. Instead of waiting for it to finish before continuing, I pull up the customization window and start spinning colour wheels.
Hair: black. Long and straight, thick.
Skin: tanned, a light honey colour.
Eyes:
I stop and smile, thinking of Polly, who had given me the suggestion, the perfect suggestion.
Eyes: Golden yellow.
When I'm content with it I smile and hit the dump button.
I wave the holoscreen away just in time to see her skin beginning to fill in, covering the white aerogel. Her hair begins to grow, stopping just at the small of her back, her eyes still flashing with code. I sit in anticipation, watching. The customization process finished, little arms sliding the underwear and bra with AVIA written across the front of it over her tiny frame. A few moments later the colours start flashing slower. It is almost finished.
The eyes suddenly shut and I sit a long moment, holding my breath, before I heard it, the sound of her taking her first breath. A grand feeling of love and relief fills me, as I guide the chair higher, to be face to face with her. We are only two feet away from each other when she opens her eyes, and they focus on me.
I am stunned into silence, they're glowing the most beautiful liquid golden colour. It suddenly feels like someone is filling up a balloon in my chest, like it could burst at any moment. Something comes over me and the first words out of my mouth are, "No. Not Penny."
She looks at me, her gaze unwavering.
"Daisy," I sigh, a lazy smile overtaking my face, "Your name is Daisy."
She smiles and responds quickly. "My name is Daisy."
I let a breath out, almost a laugh, "Yes. Do you like it?"
She tilts her head a moment, as if thinking, before responding, "Yes… It's pretty. I like it."
