After getting back home, hidden in her bedroom under the blanket, Lola shivers and thinks how her worst nightmare became true.

     Robots? What is next? A real Jurassic Park? Starships? And grand battles with galactic creatures and godlike entities?

     While her imagination goes beyond words that can’t be written in this story, the stomps of little feet startle her. Su walks into the room and waves with an awkward emotionless-face, but with a warm look. “Welcome home.”

     Lola, still half gone into galaxy adventures, just grunts. The kid takes it as a cue to sit beside her on the bed and stares at her. But Lola is used to it. Su’s staring is a daily activity. It would be weird if he is not checking every inch of her face every day.

     “I have a question,” the boy says.

     You always have a question, is what Lola would like to respond, but she ignores it and follows a small particle of dust that dances in front of her eyes. Her life is weird. And she figured that out now.

     “What is love?”

     …Can’t she have a break? She just found out that her brain was fried with a chip and that robots exist! Questions with complicated answers are something she does not want to deal right now. Or ever.

     “I think I loved my creator,” Su continues when he sees that Lola does not answer, “but I don’t know if that was it… or I was just comfortable in his presence. Because he was the only one who talked to me back then.”

     Lola’s heart stops. She still doesn’t know what to say. After this, how will she ever have the courage to tell the kid that she is the reason his creator is gone from this world? Doctor Gallimore did kill the people who he worked with, but because of what Su is telling her right now, she feels awful for killing the man. Even though she does not remember much of it.

     “Someone once told me, that when you love and the other person is hurting, you would feel their hurt too. But I am a clone. I can’t feel any sort of pain… Does that mean that I won’t ever love?”

     The boy looks down to his knees and Lola wonders if he knows how sad his words sound. Does he really know human emotions? Lola is part of the people who think that clones are mindless puppets. But after meeting him, she might change that opinion.

     With a smile, she takes out a hand from under her blanket to ruffle the kid’s hair. Su is growing to like that touch.

     “I can’t give you a definition of it, kid. Because there are as many definitions as how many people feel it on this Earth. And how many have died with it. Love is something that you have to find for yourself. You can have your own; maybe one without pain.”

     Su’s eyes watch intently every word that escapes her mouth and returns her smile, without him knowing. He truly shines. Lola wants to joke about it, but her phone starts to ring.

     “Hey, Lo,” John shouts at the other end.

     Lola grimaces, feeling her eardrum break, “What is it?”

     “Go to Allington Street! It’s near your place! I will get there in a half an hou—”

     “Why?” she coolly asks back, not bothered by the panicked man.

     “A clone is attacking people! Just go there and do something until I arrive!”

     Lola scoffs, “That’s impossible. Clones can’t hurt anyone.”

     “That thing just killed 2 people! The police can’t stop it! Just go!”

     With that, John ends the call and Lola is left to stare at her phone confused. What the hell is going on?