GaaraOfSuburbia

I wake up in the morning to see the second bed gone. “Anguila?” I jump out of bed and run into the other room. “Anguila!” The pile of trinkets residing next to the couch that I’ve grown accustomed isn’t there. She’s gone, vanished, disappeared without a trace. I collapse onto the floor and start crying. As I wipe my tears away, I notice a purple ribbon tied around my wrist – the one she kept around hers. I take it off my wrist and see a small tag on it. The text reads “4371 Bᴇʟᴛ”. Underneath it is a small, neatly handwritten note: “ 𝘞𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯. ” My vision blurs as I stare at the note, my tears coming back in full force, drops l...

“Hey, Anguila…” “Yes?” She looks up from the latest object she’s fiddling with. “What do you call this?” I grab some of my hair and hold it out. “Head accessories.” “And these?” I point to my eye. “Optical sensors.” “These?” “Auditory sensors.” “This?” “Olfactory sensor.” I sigh. “Okay, seriously. We need to figure out a way to have a consistent vocabulary. I don’t know how you grew up, but we call these different things. This is hair, these are eyes, these are ears, and this is a nose. Got that?” “Okay, I will try.” “You said you were trained to be a doctor, right?” I probe her further. “Yes.” “So then why are you so proficient with techn...