But I hate blood! 21
It was morning. A slight ray of light crept into the room. Avina, scrunched in a ball, started to wiggle. A groan of confusion and her brilliant dark eyes opened up. A few hazy blinks and she was finally awake.
'What happened yesterday?' Her morning grogginess muffled her memories into a big fat blur of nothingness.
Her question would go unanswered, unfortunately. Now, if we would all go through a trip of memory lane together into the chaotic events of yesterday, we will remember the poor little system forgotten, left unattended, and made to watch cartoons the entire night.
If 5025 had a body -a physical one that felt pain and tiredness- its face would have been sanded off into blankness. Watching a smiling yellow blob laugh for 10 whole hours with his dorky friend sure didn't end well. 5025 was data exhausted but more importantly, it didn't know what happened last night at all.