Arya was a "special" baby. She only cried when she was hungry or wanted a change and what a kick that had been for independence. When she first rolled onto her stomach she congratulated herself. The torments of being a baby with the maturity of an adult.
Despite all these setbacks, she could not help but be fascinated by this world, its technologies and especially the freedom that women had. Whether it's work, marriage or clothes. Her mother laughed at her confused face when she noticed her masculine clothes. How could she wear pants and never look like a man even in those clothes.
She had no father. Her mother never talked about him. She worked at an armory downstairs , watched Arya through a screen and left her post when she heard her crying.
Her ex-mother would have been outraged that there wasn't at least one nanny to watch over her. But his new mother never received a visit. Didn't she have any friends or family?
So passed the first months of Arya Stark's life. Between nap and boredom.
Then one day she left her crib and walked. His mother quit her job hastily. Under her shocked gaze Arya burst out laughing.
"You are not like the others " she said after showering her with kisses for her accomplishment.
"If you're a genius might as well feed your mind."
The next day she gave her a tablet with her first lessons.
"You're too young for chrome so I took you a few lessons. It's only the corporation kids who go to school regularly these days. Those are basic lessons until the end of the primary school."
Arya shyly touched the screen when music played.
"Today we are going to learn the alphabet!"
The little girl was so focused on what she was seeing that she didn't hear her mother say as she walked out.
"Judith, Judith you're really nuts if you think she'll figure something out at that age. I'll be lucky if she doesn't break the tablet."
Two days later she realized she was wrong when she heard her daughter say the alphabet and the numbers.
" Shit"
Within two weeks Arya had completed the language and math module. Her daughter was like she had a cyberpsycho chasing after her. She never stopped.
She had even started introductory courses in Japanese, Spanish and Russian.
Judith was fascinated by her intelligence but also terrified. She knew what the corps were doing with these geniuses. They disappeared and reappeared decades later in companies and laboratories.
It took a month for her to accept that she was completely lost and another month for her to dial his number.
"Hello"
"It's Judith. I need to see you."