Flawed Programs

Programed

I nodded.

"You do realize they sounded like they were talking about a computer or a robot." He sighed.

"I'm pretty sure they were talking about me but now that you mention it the assistant nurse does have a fussy old computer with a ton of problems. Most likely she was talking about that." The more I thought about it the more it made sense.

"See, now stop being paranoid." Greg snapped going back to his manga.

I close my eyes and when I open them I'm somewhere else.

"Go! Go! Go!" The assistant nurse yelled running by me with the student president just ahead. There was also a girl with black I had never seen before and another boy. I pick up the pace as I hear loud footsteps behind me. A gun is fired and the girl with black hair stumbles. When she turns around her face is covered in blood and I realize she's been shot in the head.

She pulls out a machine gun and starts shooting the marines chasing us. We all gather on the roof and the girl then joins us. She's stumbling and has one hand to her head.

"Are you alright?" I asked her, "Is your body dying?"

She breathing hard and in pain but it doesn't mean much to her.

She smiles at me though, "Yeah better request a body transfer." She gasps in pain and falls off the edge of the building. When I run to the edge I see her falling down the side of a two hundred story sky scraper.

"Finna!" The assistant nurse screams.

"Kiiro don't fall asleep in the middle of a club meeting." Prez scolds me with a small smack from a rolled up newspaper.

"Sorry," I muttered still half lost in that dream, "What were we talking about?"

"We were talking about opening a box where people drop off mysteries and we investigate them. We have one already. Someone wants to know if the student president is dating the assistant nurse. In their down time they're always spotted sneaking off to see each other and they've been caught having a phone conversation more than once." Prez read off a letter in her hand signed by many names.

"Doesn't sound like a mystery to me. They're obviously dating." Greg said distantly while turning the page of his manga.

"They're not." I say.

"How do you know?" Wyla asked suspiciously.

"I don't know. I just know they're not. I think they're friends though. Does anyone know their names even?" I asked getting irritated referring to them as nurse and president.

"The student president's name is Xim and the assistant nurse's name is Shina." Prez said looking at their school profiles. "They actually look like very normal people on paper except for their grades are just as good as your in science and math. They have good grades in everything. You still suck at English and history though. We're still getting you used to the American alphabet and you still have to use the dictionary quite often."

"I get it, they're smarter than me. Is there anyone in this school named Finna?" I asked curiously.

She checked the records on the computer, "Nope, no one named Finna has ever gone here."

"Oh," So the fall did kill her. Kind of expected that, it was a two hundred story building after all.

"So should we take this case on?" Prez asked the others. They had nothing better to do so they agreed to it. We then all snuck out of the room and over to the nurse's office to see the outline of the nurse and president behind the infirmary bed curtains. The Xim is there as well. They're whispering to each other but I can still hear them.

"When do you think they'll say the test is over and we can go home?" Shina asked Xim.

"Soon, I hope. The student body seem to think we're dating. Our people don't date though. We find such relationships a waste of time." He whispered to Shina.

"Our people have no need for marriage or any of the usual human things the humans seem to enjoy doing. They don't live as long as we do anyways and sometimes we're the one's who don't live that long." She said in a bored kind of monotone. They both sound kind of emotionless to me.

"We have work to do. There's no time for such trivial matters." Xim put simply.

We left then and retreated to head quarters, "Well that was a waste of time. When they're together they don't speak English so we can't understand them." Prez huffed.

"I dunno, that language sounded really familiar. Come to think of it Kiiro spoke a similar language when he was found." Wyla said with a thoughtful expression.

"There's a reason for that. That is my language. I thought I'd forgotten it but apparently I still think in it without realizing it." I retorted.

"So you know what they were saying?" Prez asked excitedly.

"I guess so but I didn't even notice they weren't speaking English." I relayed everything I heard and Prez sat back to think about it.

"Well, it doesn't surprise me you haven't forgotten your langauge. When you get excited or started talking really fast if you can't think of the English word fast enough you'll say it in your langauge. It's because of that I had to pick up on some of your langauge to understand you in the first couple years." Wyla patted my head reassuringly.

An image flashed through my mind of me patting someone else's head like that long time ago. I mentally shook the image off and focused on the conversation.

"We're deffinately taking on this case. I think they know something about Kiiro and we're going to find out what." Prez said with unwavering confidence.

Tell me what I want to know and nobody gets hurt. Least of all you. A boy's voice hissed echoed from where my lost memories should be.