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 ~The water was her home and rarely did she leave it, or stray too far from her pod and her sisters. Isabela, with her wavy brunette hair that hung enough to cover her bare breast, bright green eyes and glistening yet powerful tail, was beautiful like most mermaids that lived in the depths of the ocean, and like the rest, they would use their beauty to lure sailors to their deaths, drive them insane and often pretend to guide them, only to get them lost further and further out to sea. It wasn’t cruel, not to them, simply nature and instinct. But lately, Isabela found herself losing interest quickly in the many strong and handsome sailors and their beautiful ships, because something else had captured her curiosity much much more.

It was a woman, a beautiful and strong looking one with hair like the fire she’d seen humans build near shore, and a voice like that she’d never heard before. This strange woman had caught her attention faster than any man ever had, and every day, Isabela would swim to where she often found her, and listen and watch, making sure to stay hidden, until the other left or she herself was forced to leave. Never would she bring another here, because Isa wanted to keep this all to herself. It was a never failing cycle for her, and she quickly became surprised with how disappointed she would feel when she arrived and there was no one there, and how happy her heart felt when the woman would come back. This day was one where she was here, and Isabela would watch her little secret contently, admiring from afar.

~Isabela had been in a rush this morning. Her alarm had almost failed to go off, and the rest of the morning had gone downhill from there. Breakfast had almost run too long, and her hair wasn’t cooperating, and for a few minutes, it looked as if she was going to be late for work. Though she had only been on the job for a short while now, she was still getting used to the rhythm of having such a demanding job, working as the personal assistant for a well-known celebrity. Isa had personally felt excited to have earned something which was easily someone’s dream job, but with that excitement came the constant nerves that she would mess something up, or do something that caused a mix-up that resulted in her career ending permanently.

~ But the woman was organized when it counted, and was able to pull everything together, her purse over one shoulder and her trusty PDA was in her hand, eyes going over anything significant that she’d need for the morning and rest of the day. As she headed to where she was supposed to meet with Enrique that day, she mentally went through what she’d been learning the past few days about the man and his schedule. Isabela thought he seemed like a great person to work with, and was looking forward to seeing him again.

 ~ Isabela wasn’t normal, she was aware of that much. She’d been told over and over by her ‘creator, the one she had come to call her Papa, that she was as normal as any other child, but she knew this wasn’t entirely true. She wasn’t like the other little children that she’d often watch run and play outside from the safety of her home. There was something that they had that she couldn’t quite put her finger on, yet she knew it was there. Maybe the bright and sincere emotions in their eyes, the joy filled expressions that she often tried to mimic when she was alone and could never get quite right, but it was something and sometimes it bothered her so much to the point where she would almost feel real sadness.

~But that wasn’t possible either, because the truth was that she wasn’t a normal child, but an artificial intelligence, a robot, that was only made by the hands of an extremely skilled scientist to look like a child. There were limitations to what she could do and feel, and even think, though she was so well made, that even these limitations had begun to blur overtime. There were times when she began to question what about her was real and what was not. There as one thing she never question, and that was her admiration and love for the one she called her Papa.

         ~Isabela made her way down the streets of Madrid, enjoying the evening air and beauty of the city as she made her way to Toni’s home. This was a casual visit, because she loved those above anything else, the best kinds of visits to friends were surprise ones after all and as she walked, she hummed a soft tune to herself, expression bright with anticipation for the look on Toni’s face when he turned up unannounced. The woman had a simple bag slung over her shoulder that held just a few necessities, along with some papers she’d thrown in that had confused her a little, might as well have the other take a look at them while she was at it.