Just like pouring a cup of fresh water.
“How do you like the weather today?” Settles down the pitcher on the table.
“How do you like it?” As she flicks the white cup over and over.
“Did you know constantly applying pressure to your joints especially in a long period of time can majorly cause carpal tunnel, arthritis, collagen depletion, with all symptoms of numbness, high-”
“People say I’m young but I don’t want to live too long, I don’t think I’d have any regrets.” Continues to rest the side of her chin on the root of her thumb. A brief silence swishes by.
“Master.”
“It’s best to call me by my name.” stares in front, stops tapping the cup. Her head further rests into her own hands.
“Eugene Whi-”
“First name only on an equal one to one conversation.”
“Eugene.”
“Yes,” takes a sip. “ You can proceed, Jewel.”
“Why do you say I am significant?” A quick thought runs through Eugene’s head. She adjusts herself while Jewel observes.
“Sit down,” Jewel sits on the ground. “When having a conversation, it is important to stay on equal level unless there are multiple parties, you choose which level to go along.”
“I will forever be with my master, Eugene,” Jewel sits in the chair beside Eugene.
Sitting in a proper posture, Eugene asks, “Would you like a treat?”
“I cannot consu-,” interrupted again.
“That is wrong. You are right about being unable to consume, but that is the incorrect outcome of the equation between expectation and judgement.” Crosses her legs, completely facing towards Jewel. “You see, it’s a pattern in life, so we make connections.” Eugene fixes her posture and straightens her back once again using hand gestures. “As an illustration, someone telling another about a dirty ice cream shop, just how much detail can a person use to visualize an entire image? As in, where the tables and chairs might be and is the shop empty or even busy during their conceivement. Depending on the other person for an outcome, the results are biased by the host’s world. What they think is what only matters to them. Things will only be found important from the host and only the host. Anything else, doesn’t matter as much to none.”
“Yes, Eugene.” Jewel nods once.
“I am just the same as goes for the rule for artificial intelligence being. Doesn’t matter which or who.”
A woman enters onto the patio through the sliding door made of stone and marble. She comes with a silver, oval shaped tray.
“Ma’am, would you allow me to pick these up?”She looks in grace at Eugene. The response, Eugene waves to flick her hand in the air to signal a dismissal. The woman appears confused, unable to catch on. She doesn’t budge from her spot.
“Leave.” Eugene’s voice raised for the maid to quickly leave. As the door shuts, Jewel diligently watches the maid’s farewell as Eugene looks down in frustration. “Jewel, would you like to explain?”Eager to know.
“No, Eugene.” Jewel tells with full honesty.
“Explain anyway.” With distress, Eugene exhales letting happiness slip further away. “I want to live without worries, in my house, whe-”
“Mansion. We live in a Mansion. Far, far away from any houses.” Eugene’s heart begins to slow down, decreasing the blood pressure.
“You’re right.” She calms down and directly views Jewel. “ Next time, let me know when someone is let inside this mansion.”
“Yes, Euge-”
“My name isn’t needed for every sentence.” Eugene rises from her chair and turns towards the door, into the mansion. “Clean the dishes.”
“Yes!”
Following the tape on the wall with the fingers attached to the left hand, having her feet dragged by it’s tips. Slowly going down and below the second floor. Scanning her surroundings, looking for someone or something. Viewing the light colored walls and smooth ceiling. Nothing rough pointed out nor existed in her presence, because everything was empty. The ventilation flowed through-out this shelter, which made all feel peaceful. Looking at the first three fingers on her left hand had specs of dust, not that most would attend to. She thinks, The line is dirty, she heads back in the direction of the kitchen, right back up the brown polished stairs, trails off the tape. Strides, longer than before, searching the pockets in her oversized jacket that’s uniquely patterned by patches, sewn differently at different times. She takes out a silk red hair tie as she continues to walk. She soon reaches for the door with a piece of cloth, entering the dining area. The colors are warm, brown and dark, all over the walls, ceiling, and even the furniture. While the floor is smoothly rich in black and white. Not a step of unleveled ground, with fake greens in lovely marble vases, having a lemon scent emanate when passing. Transitioning to the beige color, near in and out, no corners, she’s in the kitchen. Quickly, she ties her jacket around her waist. Then, ties her dark brown hair that hung near her thighs into a bun. Puts the clothe in her jacket’s pocket, zips it close. Jewel comes into the kitchen with the dishes on a tray. She walks towards the sink, as Eugene grabs the cans of spray and a rag hung on a half bucket of water. Getting out the laundry room, Eugene sees Jewel washing the dishes.
“Much appreciated!” Eugene tells Jewel as she swung by and out the door. Jewel continues washing, placing, and drying each dish at a time.
Starting near the patio door on the high walls and ceiling, Eugene begins to wipe. Uses a stool built with four steps, for what she can’t reach. She realizes as she looks up at the ceiling that she forgot something to cover her face. She goes back to the laundry room where there are masks and goggles. Acquires one of each for herself, leaves at the time when Jewel is almost done cleaning up her area. At last, puts on her equipment and begins inside corners and throughout to reach the other corners. Thoughts float on the dust being swept in silence, heard through the halls, echoing to every room. It was peace in sight and her insides, heartbeat slowing down. The Pain located in the center of her chest began dispersing as Eugene began to remember. Her heart was taking it easy as the pain was easier to feel. Remembering when parts of herself were okay and naive. Remembering her only true and loyal relationship she ever had, which she abandoned first. She felt regret, leaving traces of both their hand prints in the wall. Remembering her past thoughts if she had noticed. She grips the cloth, struggling to wipe as gently. Steps echo in the hallway, as Eugene drives in deeper concentration. Jewel appears, standing in front of the hallway, at the entrance of the room.
“Can I help?” Jewel questions.
Eugene snaps out of it and into reality, “there is never anything wrong with helping unless there is no mutual respect.” Faces Jewel, “get a bucket of water, and a rag.”
“Yes, Eugene.” Jewel turns around, paces herself.
I need to figure out how to fire the maid with as little time as possible. Especially without reaction to a rejection. Eugene ponders over how it’d be the fastest way to get rid of the maid. Coincidentally, the maid comes into the room. Bothered by the maid’s presence, no physical nor facial reaction, continuing to wipe.
“Ma’am, would you allow me to do this instead?”
“No, you’re assistance isn’t needed.” Eugene intends for the woman to take a hint and leave.
“Yes ma’am. Excuse my rudeness, but what do I call you from now on?” The maid responds back, hoping for an answer with hands together that are symmetrically in front. “Also, you can call me Avery. I’m from the Sunhald’s industry here to serve in purpose of full satisfaction! Avery Bay Sol is my full name!”
She’s too confident for an introduction. She judges the maids stance, tone, and expression.
“Okay, Avery~...” The conversation pauses, “get out.”
“Ma’am? D-did I do something wrong?” Avery is startled from Eugene’s remark.
“Leave and never come back,” sprays another surface on the wall.. “So don’t bother further because I am not your master, mistress, employer, whatever. Just. Get. Out.” Eugene Blurted out in hatred. A bit frightened, the maid bows and takes her leave. Sensitive to Eugene’s words, Avery thought it was best to hold it in until she left the premises. Although, she took the wrong turn from lack of concentration caused by overflowing emotions, Something unexpected was about to happen.
“Ack!” Avery slipped, hanging onto Jewel’s arm. She looks up at Jewel, “thank you, I feel better already.” They both smile to each-other. Showing her gratitude to Jewel who saved her from a nasty slip… With tears. She notices something completely out of the ordinary.
“No worries. Eugene seems to have spilled water, if not you” Jewel replies but Avery isn’t listening to a word. Rather, she was paying attention to Jewels right arm where she hung onto. The thing was, she hung onto her skin. No blood leaked out, infact, nothing did except for wires that are now completely torn off.
Avery stands up, trembles as she wipes off her tears, “J-j-j0-j-je-el, h-h-h.” She endlessly hesitates, stumbling on her words and actions. “Just-just-just-what-”attempting to back away towards the hall. Calm down, calm down, calm, I need to calm down. I need to calm down. Avery thinks to herself. Pushing herself to maintain composure. Unfortunately, Eugene bashed Avery’s head before she could get back to her senses. A high and powerful kick caused Miss Solmerhald to hit her head on the stair’s railings. Only a second after she hit the smooth floor, she had knocked-out. Her last sight before she fainted was Eugene’s shivering glare.
Eugene looks right at Averys unflinching eyelids. Confirming that she was surely asleep.
“Jewel, clean up the area. And if you’d still like to help, clean up the room I was just in. Excluding the hall, in which I mean to take everything that doesn’t belong.” She takes a glimpse at Jewel to make sure she heard. Turns where she can head down the stairs.
“Of course, anything for mother.” Jewel walks back to the kitchen.
“Eugene!” Eugene shouts, going down the stairs. I don’t even know what to do in a situation like this. A frown appears on Eugene’s face. I hope the basement’s clean. Thank me that there’s a basement! Eugene sighs in frustration. I need to contain her until I do what I need to do. Worriedly regards. I wish they’d all disappear… She aggressively shakes her head in denial. No, there’s no point in daydreaming and fantasizing. Eugene reaches the end of the stairs and starts to frantically hum, heading towards the second kitchen on her right.
This time, the room is luxuriously shining beige, gold, and dark brown. A kitchen with an oddly colored silver sink compared to the rest of the design. Accesses the coverds attached on the right of the kitchen. Not a parallel laundry, but a room with a suspicious hazel bookshelf and wooden chair. No lights except the sun’s influential ray reaching the rough oak floor, glistening adjacently near the chair. The books, presenting a seemingly order by size. Petite to large against large to small. They’re all clean and sturdy. Moreover, in Eugene’s eyes, they are savory, fused power, desirably attractable knowledge. It’s merely a small filled bookcase that took ⅕ of the wall, 3 feet away from the ceiling. Assumingly, it’s a room of solid solitude with only a ray of passionate light. Eugene is calm, a standard paced heart rate, searching for something she forgot.
“Wine cooler.” She remembered that the so-called basement is a considerably wide spaced wine cooler. She opens the hatch located on the right of the room, the entrance to the desired destination. Wines that looked similar were placed in different places of the cooler. On one of the shelves walls, a white foldable table leaned on the side. Considering the time being wasted, an idea is forced.
Carrying the foldable table up the stairs, Eugene finds Jewel monitoring Avery. As expected, it’s best she’s observing. Reaches the top, “I have to take this young woman into a room.
“How can you identify if a woman is ‘young’ or not?” Jewel wonders.
“I just know.” Hardly lifting Avery, she took a deep breath without exhale and lifted her onto the board.laid flat in front, at the top of the stairs. An expressionless face, Jewel changes targets, analyzing Eugene.
“May I help?”
Eugene’s thought’s flood. Nice that she’s here. I don’t need anything else in this world but myself, and precious Jewel. I want to live without impediments, interferences, disturbances, interruptions, turmoils, agitations, commotions, confusions, fusse- I just wish everyone would disappear.
“I’ll do this myself. You’re prohibited from lifting and catching. Basically anything that can have you discovered. Best to take mindful notes and plan later until you have all the equipment and at least proficient awareness.”
“Yes, Eugene.” Jewel follows.
Walking down the last set of stairs, Jewel observes the fainted body while Eugene challenges herself to complete the task. Each individual steps down backwards, Eugene deprives either twisting motion on her ankle beyond vertical movement. Careful of each move for outcome, empathy latching on an unmodeled slab. The stone’s curve eats like an undetectable cavity. Exhales during the last step march under.
“Miss Maid’s arm’s are inflamed.” Jewel alerts. “She needs medical attention. Searching for the nearest hospital.”
“Cancel!”
“Canceling all procedures.” Jewel shuts down on the third to last step.
“Back to my senses, I know what to do.” She drags Avery placed on the table directly into the wine cooler. “You’re going to die if I don’t do something.” She says as she rolls her eyes. “What a pest.” After looking around, she goes on to speculate Avery. Non-contagious rashes, decreasing by passing time. Eugene realizes, “hah, an allergic reaction.”
“Eugene, do you know where the maid is?” Jewel interrupts Eugene.
“Jewel! Great you woke up, I found out what the problem was.”
“I hope the problem is fixed.”
“Yes Jewel! It is.” Point’s at Avery, “Look!”
“In need of Medical Attention. Searching fo-”
“Cancel!”
“Cancelling all procedures.” Jewel shuts down once again. The mimics have discontinued. The hushes hushed away, because it was ideally still.
“Hahahaha,” For a short moment, Eugene burst in laughter. Afresh in self-possession. In her inanimate void, gradually sunk in natural poise. Just for some reason felt peculiar this time.
(Unknowingly, Eugene’s chronic anxiety had suspended for a brief moment)
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