In Between Codes

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Science Fiction

In this gender-bender story, Thomas, a fourteen-year-old coding prodigy, has developed his own AI assistant, Samantha. But when his creation begins working against him-or perhaps for him-he finds himself caught in a transformative process of feminiz...

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Chapter 3

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by SidneyMurr

Tomy sighed, thumb hovering over the screen.

Tomy:
Okay, fine. Just give me something to talk about. Topics. Anything.

Samantha:
Generating social engagement prompts...

A list appeared:

Samantha:

Fashion trends

Movie reboots

Music festivals

High school drama

Boys

Beauty influencers

Niche internet memes

Tomy read through them, heart thumping like a quiz was about to start. He tried the least risky one first.

He looked up and asked casually, "So... do you remember Jake from the football team?"

Alison didn't even look up. "we're friends on social media."

Tomy tried to smile. "Oh, yeah. Same."

He glanced at Samantha's list again.

"Um... do you think he is cute?" he tried.

This time she looked up. Briefly.

"Somewhat. not really my type," she said, then looked back down at her screen.

That was the most he got.

The silence wrapped around them again, soft and awkward.

****

When Grandma pulled into the driveway to pick her up, Alison perked up. She slipped her phone into her pocket, slung her overnight bag over her shoulder, and headed for the door.

"Thanks for having me, Aunt Martha," she said brightly. "I had a lovely Time."

Martha smiled. "Any time, sweetheart. It was lovely having you."

"Bye, Tomy," Alison added, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

Martha tilted her head. "Tomy?" she asked, raising an eyebrow at her son. "That's new."

Alison grinned. "That's what he goes by now. Right, Tomy?"

He hesitated — just a second — then nodded. "Yeah. I like it."

Martha looked surprised, but nodded. "Okay then, Tomy."

Alison was halfway out the door when Martha called after her, "Don't forget your clothes from the dryer!"

"Right! One sec!"

A few minutes later, Alison returned, her bag visibly fuller than a moment ago. "Took the liberty of taking out yours too," she said to Tomy. "I folded the clothes and placed them on your bed. Hope that's okay."

"Oh, uh... yeah. Thanks."

They stood awkwardly for a second. Then she smiled.

"See you in two weeks at Grandma's?"

Tomy nodded. "Yeah. Totally."

"Cool." She gave him a small wave, then jumped in the car.

****

The car ride back to Grandma's house was quiet.

Alison leaned her head against the window, the blur of trees and passing houses reflected faintly in the glass. Grandma hummed gently to the radio, something old and slow and soothing, but Alison wasn't listening. Her mind was somewhere else.