The Lights

​Pandora was the embodiment of human life in harmony. It was like the meeting place of every race and ethnicity. As we drove to the Manor, I could not help but be in awe. We were in the Northern fifth, one that had once been part of Europe. The posh side. Of course that was what Cooper had organised. It was typical of him. I could not care less about that though. I just watched the world from the back of the black car we were in. Tinted windows just made me feel like a prisoner, but oh well, that was the least of my problems. I sighed as I lifted my elbow onto  the side rest and rested my cheek in my hand. Still I looked outside.

"Alright Miss Cain?" I turned to Cooper who had lifted his head from his laptop for the first time since we got in the car. He sat across from me. The light from the laptop lit his face. His eyes, a pale grey, looked tired. Results of the flight I guessed. His hair never looked anything short of perfect, pitch black and shiny in the most adorable curls that ended at the nape of his neck. Perfect, like the rest of his face. "Miss Cain?" It was at that moment that I realised I was staring. "Yes?" "Are you alright?" He looked a tad bit amused. Keith, from beside me, kept looking back from me to Cooper. I decided I would not turn to call him on it. My face was betraying me. Why? Why had I been staring anyway? "Yeah, I'm fine. Just wanna get home." I looked outside again. Mmm Posh Cooper. He resigned back to his laptop again. 

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I asked that my stuff be moved straight to my room when we got home, took a quick shower and got some much needed rest. The servants at the Manor were no joke. By the time I was out of the shower all my things had been arranged into closets, just the way I would have done, and I had not heard a sound the whole while. My nightmares seemed to subside because I was not in motion anymore. One thing kept me up for a bit though. The name Sarah. Why had Dad said it? Why had I not remembered that part for the last three years? Why would I remember it now? 

When I woke up, it was around 2 am. The Manor was deathly quiet. From my room, lights from the city flooded in from the window wall and I was drawn to them. In my flimsy jammies I walked to the entrance to the balcony. There were chairs there. I had not noticed them when I came in. I sat on one of the chairs, an antique  chair with magnificent design even in the night. It was one comfortable chair. The view from the balcony was breathtaking. Lights flooded the city like it did not dare sleep. From there I could see a park and I made a silent vow that I would go there with the boys the next day. After about an hour taking in the view I decided I should get back to bed. Just as I got back in the room I felt a sharp pang in my head and all went black. 

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Sarah

My name is Sarah. I am an AI program designed by Samantha Cain, sister to Gordon Cain. Samantha and Gordon created me to be a defensive mechanism for Gordon's daughter, Sgoth. Samantha took a micro-organism which was later to become me and gave it to Sgoth in a drink. Imagine waking up one day and being in someone's gut. I would have had a heart attack if I had a heart. After a lot of freaking out, I do not know how but everything I was supposed to do was clear to me. If anything was true at this moment, it would be that Samantha and Gordon were geniuses. I had to head to her brain. Being one cell in the midst of gazillions, it took me years to move all the way up there and I grew a little on the way. Like a cancer. Luckily enough, I was set to stop growing once I reached the brain which I would latch on to. My mission was to study my host and await the order to awaken. Samantha had made it clear that I would know when that would be. So I waited. Until that fateful night when Gordon had called to me from a dark cellar. After being dormant for almost 10 years, it was a bit hard for me to take control of Sgoth's body but I had gotten the hang of it and freed her, while also taking her father to safety. Going back to annihilate the guys who had kidnapped her was overkill but I had to do it and it took me 3 days to pull off. Having remembered all of their faces by recollection from Sgoth, it wasn't hard to find them. Even remembering a voice was enough to enable me to find someone. I didn't just want to kill the kidnappers, I wanted to get their bosses so something like that would not happen again. When on the 3rd day I went back to Cain Industries HQ, Sgoth's body was battered and bruised but my work was done and I resigned into Sgoth's subconscious mind again. Of course she had no recollection of either one of these days. 

Sgoth has a bit of an interactional disorder and she cannot really defend herself in a combat situation. I have emotions of my own, opinions of my own separate from Sgoth but will always act in Sgoth's best interest. 

The first opinion I ever had was that Sgoth was weak, feeble. She worked too hard to please. She had only one drive. Her love for her father. But her father was dying. What would drive her if he did?