“What had it meant when it said, ‘we are fluid too?’ That strikes me a bit unnerving,” Roberts said as he moved some of the false bookcase’s covering into position.
“Not quite sure, but they say the Thompson-B series have unique persona.” Gregory helped Roberts line up the covering. “There! Now Fredrick can work in peace and we can get back to Lowlinton before the party dies down.” Gregory rose while pulling on his coat. When he looked over, Roberts seemed unmoved and deep in thought.
“What’s eating you, sir? The look on your face could shrivel a grape.”
“Oh, no, it’s nothing.”
Gregory smiled and slapped Roberts on the shoulder. He chuckled and moved towards the door before the inevitable-.
“There’s just one thing.” And there it was. Gregory turned towards his associate, letting a sigh accent his view on the coming conversation. “Well, it’s just the andy. It’s been active for a very long time. You know what The Daily Guard says regarding the proper purging of their persona memory.”
“The DG? Really now, Roberts, we use better paper than that in the Lowlin’s wash room. Stuff their imperial arcanum rhetoric in the soup it crawled out of.” Gregory stepped forward towards Roberts, while pointing at the bookshelf they had just setup. “In there, right now, is Fredrick Van Hampshire Washingtonian the first. He is a nine-year-old android persona of the utmost caliber.”
“I very well that know, Gregory.”
“No, I don’t think you do. In his measly nine years, his mind has lived lifetimes of human experiences. He has written some of the most influential and mind frazzling word craft since the days of The Great Empowerment. And you want to swipe his brain with a magnet?”
Roberts huffed, “Now I didn’t say that.”
“You implied. Quoting the DG you did. Damn near want to tear down that wall and do it yourself I bet.”
“Gregory, stop putting words in my mouth.” Roberts stood chest to chest in front of Gregory. He was four inches shorter but his face was flushing an angry red.
“Don’t you be talking about words now. Words are all done with your mind I bet.” Gregory was starting to peel back his jacket when the voice came from behind the bookcase.
“Negative, null this, present resolved. Solar passion bursting through muscled veins causing physical passion. Exclude to the crimson. Cease. Harm not the Roberts”
Gregory snorted. “Looks like Fredrick cares more about you than you do about him.” Gregory took a step back. “Roberts, get your head together” He started to head out of the room, but paused at the door, “Next time the good writer might not stay my hands.”
Freddy’s Shop by Justin Diehl is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.