So, singing, singing, singing all day! What is the next song that we're gonna play? *Spins the ball*

"Googlekasu!"

Oh…dear…

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Ah, Google. It saves us thousands of minutes foolishly trying to look something up even though it's right in front of our faces. After God knows how long since it's been invented, Google is still going strong. Not one person, not even the kindergartners, doesn't know what it is.

Even the all-knowing Luka has to go onto this website once in a while. So when she was looking up fanfiction for upcoming song ideas, she had to do it in secret. Apparently, no one thought that she would use Google, and she wanted to play with their minds for a while, so she told them that she didn't. So after learning the hard way what the word "lemon" meant, she decided to look up mp3 instead.

Ugh… She sighed. Why are there so many ads? Can't they just leave me alone?

All of them seemed to promote workout ads to lose weight. It didn't help that she was eating a very caloric piece of parfait that she had whipped up earlier. She found herself shooting down at least five per minute, all of them seeming to talk about the "One Rule to Follow to Get a Flat Stomach"! Finally, she found a promising store that held all of the songs on the Billboard List. Of course, most of them were some of Miku's singles,

Oh, here we go. Luke Sonan's "One Heart Beating Wings". Finally, they have a link for it.

Despite how fast their internet was, apparently it took forever for this song to load. She was forced to listen to it as she was getting it to her IPod, not that she was complaining. She loved this song. It inspired her to talk to Kinsora on her next concert.

"What're you doin'?"

Luka jumped in a panic. Turning her head, she saw the one and only purple-haired samurai looking back at her, a cheesy grin plastered all over his face. Sighing, she ignored him and went back to the computer and eating her parfait.

"None of your business."

"Aw…you won't tell me?" He whined.

"Nope."

"What if I…begged you?"

We'll just go ahead and waste an entire paragraph talking about how he had said that line. He stepped forward and started stroking her hair in a seductive way, his voice low and near Luka's ear. You know, the way that if he said it to his master, she'd probably be dead the minute he began talking.

"Not even if I begged you."

"Sheesh, Luka. Going online in your case always has a reason."

"Yeah, but I never question why you always seem to go to the bathroom every time you watch a chick flick. Don't question me."

"Hm…what if I guess it?"

"Why would you want to guess what I'm doing?"

"Is it important?"

"I'm not answering that question." Luka folded her arms.

"Does it involve your weight?"

"Why the heck would you be curious about that?!"

"So it IS about your weight?"

"No!"

"No?" Gakupo grinned again and stood straight. "Is it about plastic surgery?"

"Plastic surgery? Why would I need that?" Luka turned to him. "I'm an android. I don't need doctors to change my appearance."

"So you haven't been paying attention to the thousands of scientific research on us, huh?" Gakupo folded his arms. "Our bodies have systems and programs that ordinary mechanics can understand. Only doctors can understand how to operate with it."

"Gakupo, haven't you been paying attention? Everyone can recreate it now. Haven't you seen Teto? Or the Hagane twins? They're the same."

"Mere copies, Luka. They've yet to get all the features and options that we have."

"Like you know what you're made of, Gakupo."

"So you're saying that you're trying to figure it out?"

"No."

After fifteen minutes of being bombarded with questions, Luka suddenly remembered that she was trying to get a song idea for her next single. She turned toward Gakupo, when an idea suddenly came to mind. The idea flashed on her face, causing him to blink.

"Something wrong?"

"Nope…"

And like an idea popping on her head, she slowly reached for the fork on the table…

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