This is the farthest you'll get into the future. This is in George's pov, who's Claude son. He's married and has a son, that's how far we are into the future...yet George gets to find a bit about the past...

Cyborg Harriet

Inspired by: "Stylo"

"Daddy! Look at that old building!" My four year old son cried. I turned to what he was talking about. My heart sunk.

"Honey, get Toby(the son)home. I'll be back." I said to my wife.

"O-okay. See ya at home."

"Bye daddy!" My wife and son left as I entered the old building. My father used to tell me about this place when he showed me that he had multiple personality disorder. Could this really be the place my father was talking about? The door creaked open. It was pitch black. I put my iphone on flashlight and eventually found a light switch. When I flicked it on, a skeleton and three guns were on the floor. The story was true. The skeleton is my grandfather. He was shot in the head by either my kind aunt or uncle I didn't get to meet. I looked closely at the decaying skeleton until I saw something out of the corner of my eye. A person. No, a woman. No, a robot woman. She looks like a young version of my crazy-gun-obsessed-aunt. I walked up to the female robot and blew. Dust was all over her. After getting the dust off, I got onto my Control Robot app on my phone. I turned on the app and the eyes turned on. They were dead as Clydell's. She tilted her head, looking at the skeleton and then said in a robotic-ish voice

"What do you want?"

"Well...I'd like to know who you are." The robot blinked and then flashed images with her eyes. I turned off the lights and stared at the wall. The robot was showing me a video. A man around the age of 30 was staring at me with a smile.

"You're finally done. How do you feel, Harriet?"

"You...you shot me." said a robotic voice.

"No I didn't! Why would I do that to my sweet wife?"

"You murdered me and my love."

"That was real Harriet."

"WHAT ABOUT THE CHILDREN?!" The screen jumped on the man. Robot hands were strangling him. The man then smacked the screen and the screen went black. The room was pitch black again.

"*sigh*Let's start all over again." The man from the screen said. I turned the lights on and then turned towards the robot. She tilted her head.

"So...your name is Harriet."

"I am Cyborg Harriet. Wife of Tom Gray." I jumped a little when she said 'Gray'. The story is 100% true.

"I am George Gray. Son of Claude Gray." The robot's head tilted to the left with some sparks flying.

"C-Claude...Gray…?...M-My...son…"

"Well he's not your son. You're a robot of Claude's mother."

"N-No!" Suddenly the robot's head opened on the top. Inside was a brain.

"Ew…"

"I am Harriet Gray! Noodle is my nickname! My husband Tom went crazy and my children...m-my children...they're….a-alright?" The head closed as I replied a little awkwardly

"Again, I am George Gray, Claude's son at age 43 now. My father...is no longer around." The robot twitched and said

"Kill me. Please-"

"No, no! Claude grew up to be a great man! He got a wife and took care of two children successfully." I left the part out of Clydell. I don't know how she would feel about that.

"What about my other children?"

"Oh...um…" I thought of uncle Frederic...there's aunt Darlie.

"Well Dar-Dawn got married and had a son."

"And Floyd? My beautiful daughter Harriet Jr?!" Aunt Hawke was the last of the siblings alive today and she still had guns with her. I didn't say anything. A few tears ran down the robot's face.

"Um, aren't you gonna break-"

"It's all my fault. My children were parentless because of me. Even if they had great lives, I still failed as a parent. All because I wanted to be young again!...Run George, my grandson. Tell your siblings and cousin about me. INITIATING SELF DESTRUCT!"

"Whoa! What're you doing?!"

"Everyone dies. It's my turn to-10...9…" Without thinking, I ran out of the building and a few seconds later, the old building was gone into flames.

"Goodbye...grandmother. I shall do your final wish." I called my older sister, Jennifer and my cousin Jason. They now know the story of their grandmother.