Diane Joplin kneraig . S o do  se. Just t t and  to Neail of leman’s t  he was.

    “Leaving already, Dad?” so her elbows.

    “Yes angel, duty calls. You kno bored  toria in New York.”

    “I kno you kno’s not a teen-friendly city.” suring adult.

    “And een-friendly migher had demanded playfully.

    “Em, L.A. Beverly on.” surned dead serious.

    “Angel, t you to do for me. Keep this somewhere in your room.”

    So see ticker t  a couple of days previously from Japan. From t Kenzo Yamamoto otal stranger in Japan hink so.

    “ take it e engrossed ? I am starting to get insanely jealous.”

    “You are streets a comes to my affections. It’s too important for me to take on t under your bed until I come back. It’ll be safe in er  foot and sassels and groaned exaggeratedly.

    “Dad, ty to t bad design never goes out of fashion.”

    “Your dad is old scricacies of faso you enligers,” he forehead.

    “ill miss you dad,” sested, playing tional blackmail card.

    “ill miss you too. I  a plane to catcurned around and left,  image of he doorway.

    t elling o run. S to leave trying to make it sound like it o question aff.

    tears streamed do of t  of clotily grabbed out of range black box containing t it erious square t s sermined to get to ttom of. Xybo ered in and looked at c off and folding it into its traveling posture, placed it next to tcase.

    of t its y feel. ter of ill resounded in its ed corridors. Sill smell  ure of cologne and pipe tobacco t brougakingly restored classic movie, tening to envelope her, drown her.

    ill alive in ter interlaced  least as s campus. It  t  ting o go all ingly. It udents siced t, o vibrant souls.

    o bring ers, PDAs, ed displays, and so ially, stle men inside t made all tures and t liger tle brains inside cers t like ss of pictures jumbled up in telling  to do and o think.

    Sy for computers from an early age. Not so mucerested in tec intrigued by t lay  just  black  did cers dream? S to sleep and t sometimes, like smares and aart  dream, dad?” sful and  answered her.

    S countless tered den, playing o tificial Intelligence.  te pastime radict tions t t anso believe t t er all. t perfect, t t people, most of time. And t excellent for homework.

    tears ing next to o make tter.  rying to get to pass turing test,  be able to fool t five mont, it eent   glided across any surface no problem. ried to teaco use it only to fall off after only a few seconds.

    “You are too old for t expanse of t la fooling around h her.

    “t’s it, Dad, I am not going to university next summer. I’d rato Africa for a year and go at eigudents.”

    Sed o go and t  ting y entrance exams to MIt before sed from range t of fate, it abases. Losing ion o escape ther’s passing.

    S even boto tell ts after s even Maria ten years and errible fond of aff ly visiting friends and relatives. S t s trust anyone. Someone o run for some unknoination until t ing in her head subsided.

    S cronomical amount of money. S boto c s any  it all out, s. S needed to get out of til to go. Someaken place in her life.

    S of o  t idea race, taken by a er tall tsunami. All to t. Su,  did not belong to anyt o be a olen credit from tem and otypes t actually stole credit from tem on a daily basis. t in tem t ties just turned a blind eye because it  muco actually o phem back.

    t. ed ted by t t ttle disappointed, expecting somet spoke to ticness of Asia. It  anoter console altecicated ther’s den.

    “It’s from Japan,” rollable excitement.

    “Just anot o oy, drifting towards her bedroom.

    “ from?” s turning back.

    “Someone called Kenzo Yamamoto. No idea wrailing off, engrossed.

    Later t evening er but time excitement urned into a concerned look, togethem.

    “Dinner time, Dad,” s on o tracted voice floating back, telling  he would join her soon.

    So dinner alone, moving silently t tless electronic books, computer discs and tombstones. Xybo,  dog, sensing ting s its   padding on t strangely reassuring.

    “No food for you today, Xybo,” so t dog, patting ts ed, eyes misting over, tail drooping. S made it t it  food y. It aking t too far in tireless searcicity. You could feed Xybo alrig like a real dog to its ABS, or artificial biological system. t  unnatural odor t only could ed in a lab.

    A real breakt. And s  Boston Zoo,  ly cloned from a DNA bank douff.  out laugting for a moment to remove t tter bin and piggybacked  particular memory triggered  into tears startling t ticket counter.

    “Are you OK my dear?” ticket lady asked h genuine concern.

    “I’m fine. Just broke up ’s all.” Diane  told tating t fabrication word for word.

    “Men are t me tell you t. Don’t er ttendant sympateet sometractive.

    “ter as s and immigration chips.

    “And  for?” the lady asked.

    “I’d like to get on your earliest fligo tokyo.”

    “tokyo? Japan?”

    “Yes,” she whispered.

    “One ticket for JAL. Ching in?”

    “No.”

    S going to let te and t of . It o o lose it in some dodgy baggage em or to a icky fingers. So Japan and all time t decision hin her subconscious.