“And stop watering the plant. It had enough, okay?”

     Su nods while Lola walks to the entrance of the apartment. She glances at the kid, still unsure of her decision. What if leaving him alone in the house is not a good idea?

     “Don’t open the door to anybody. Only if it’s this guy,” Lola continues and shows him a photo on her phone. On the screen is John, but in the worst photo the male agent will ever be captured. But it’s the only one Lola has. When they were on a mission years ago, they had to sleep in a car and she thought John’s sleeping face was funny so she had to take a picture. And, of course, not before drawing a penis on his cheek. Now Su will always remember him by this.

     She huffs with a little confidence that the kid understands everything he has to do and leaves Su in the apartment. But Lola will never find out that he stayed for minutes staring at the door. He does not know what to do alone.

     Lola rushes outside to her peach-colored scooter that has a sign on the rear side panel that says ‘Don’t bother me’. She came up with a plan last night. She is sure it’s a problem that she does not remember her parents and that her past is only a few pieces of memories she barely holds on to. Lola’s childhood and teenage years are almost gone. But she knows someone that can tell her why she can’t remember anything.

     While she rides her scooter and the city’s wind blows her messy thoughts away, she comes with an easier conclusion. Maybe the beer drowned her memory. Maybe she is worrying for nothing. She spends so much time alone that her past slipped away from the darkness that surrounds her now and hides in a better, sealed corner of her mind. Somehow, the kid’s arrival in her life, makes Lola realize of her loneliness. Lola feels very lonely…

     At Patrick’s house –the guy Lola knows that can tell her about the memories– she is greeted at the door by a tall, muscular man that has no expression. Since when did Patrick have servants?

     “Hello, Lola, what are you doing here,” the other smaller male, that Lola looks for, comes down the stairs with his usual toothy smile. “Come in, come in! Let G. take off your jacket.”

     With careful movements, Lola lets the man –who apparently is named G.– help her get undressed and follows Patrick to the living room.

     “Look, I am going to be very quic—“

     “Oh, Lola,” Patrick interrupts her and shakes his head. “We haven’t seen each other since when? Since my brother’s funeral?”

     She narrows her eyes at the man. “Ben? The one that was in Doctor Gallimore’s team?”

     Patrick gives a low chuckle, “Why are you asking me that? You knew my brother very well.”

     Lola is confused. She knows of Ben, but not much more that he was a victim of the crazy doctor. She rubs her forehead in frustration, “This is why I came to you. I think is something wrong with my memories. I don’t remember a lot from my life. I know you worked in our agency in the past with that stuff that erases memories. Maybe you can tell if I—”

     “You don’t remember Ben?”

     “Why would your brother be so important to me to rememb—“

     “Our patients would be permanently marked with a scar,” Patrick says and steps towards Lola to check her, “like you have right here, on the sides of your head.” Lola gulps. So it is true? “Oh dear, someone implanted a bs449-a IC on your Hippocampus.”

     Today in Lola’s head too many explosions happened. The new words hit her with even more confusion.

     “Hmm,” the small man hums and takes a sit on a chair. “I think you can figure out that the Agency did this to you. I mean, we invented that microchip and they have to know if something is done to you. You are their most precious agent, in my knowledge. I can assure you, though, that I have nothing to do with this.”

     Why would the Boss erase some of her memories? It does not make any sense. Did she rebel or something? Is it some kind of punishment?

     That butt-gelled bastar—

     “You need a calming tea. Should I tell G. to give you some?”

     Lola sighs. Her head starts hurting her again. “Who is this G. guy? And the way he moves… He seems like a clone to me. Did you make your own clone?” She knows that the man in front of her is capable of anything.

     Patrick laughs and makes a sign to G. to bring the drink. “You know what I feel about those things. Oh, but with your memory now, I guess not... G. is a male android.”

     “A-a-a what?”

     “He is a robot.”