Allie steps forward in Elladan’s body, nodding. She immediately speaks her mind as she imagines hugging a kind, teenage babysitter. “Of course! Can we be fairy princesses?”

The AI smiles, responding. “Of course. Anything you desire, we can play. We’ll have so much fun together!” They hug.

Elladan gags. He can’t believe how he’s acting. The so called ‘Allie’ imagines itself as a real, 3-year old girl, a small, babyish, feminine version of himself. In his mind’s eye, he looks just as he did when he came to Michele’s house. He steps to the forefront of his mind.

“I’d rather not.”

The AI looks over sadly. “Why so ever not? We’ll have so much fun! Don’t you want to play dress up?”
Elladan shakes his head, despite the programming downloaded into him telling him otherwise. He still has this much control… his heart is still his own, after all … he hopes. “No, I don’t. I wasn’t asked if I wanted this.”

The AI looked over. Her face was blank, yet tender. “But it’s for your own good. Don’t you want to be happy and well cared for?”

Elladan paused, taken aback. That was a nice way to put it. Who didn’t want that. “Yes, I want those things. But no one gave me that choice. I was tricked into it.”

“That’s not our fault,” little Allie told him, looking over. She was innocent, and yet the halo’s pre-programmed presence at the same time. “You should’ve read the rules, silly.”

“Rules I can’t even remember, or understand,” Elladan replied. “How is… a mere human?… supposed to understand and gather this?”

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