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ROUND TWO
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"So, are you really a robot?"
He groans. "Kid. I'm not a robot. This thing in my chest keeps me alive."
"So you're a cyborg. Clint said that if somebody has a robot part on their body, they're a cyborg."
"Maybe you should stop listening to Clint."
Darcy wrinkles her nose. "Why? He's nicer than you."
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Uncle Tony has another house, right next to the ocean, and one day, everybody goes on a plane to visit him. It's really a trip for the grown-ups, but they take her anyway because Thor told them that they "very well couldn't leave her."
So while Uncle Tony tells all the grownups about some fancy new robot-thing he made, she sits with an invisible babysitter named J.A.R.V.I.S.
"Jarvis, are you friends with Uncle Tony or do you work for him?" she asks, munching on a cookie.
"Well, as he is my creator, I suppose it's a little of both," J.A.R.V.I.S. answers coolly. Darcy likes his smooth voice.
"Do you live here?"
"This is the only place I can exist, Miss Darcy."
When she gets tired of asking J.A.R.V.I.S. questions, she sneaks down to see Uncle Tony's billion gazillion cars. She runs down the rows with a the different shapes---she likes the smooth ones more than the squareish or sharp ones.
J.A.R.V.I.S.'s voice follows her. "Miss Darcy, you do not have clearance."
"So?" She climbs up into a sleek, silver car and pulls out her Ziploc bags of grapes and pretzels. "Hey, can you tell stories or something?"
"I believe my systems may be able to find some suited to your demographic. But I must warn you: if you dirty the interior, my alarms will go off."
She pops a grape into her mouth. "Okay."
A big, see-through screen with a picture of a boy in a dough airplane on it. "Our first selection is In the Night Kitchen, by Maurice Sendak..."
J.A.R.V.I.S. read her four stories before she asked another question.
"Jarvis, where are you?"
"I am here, with you, Miss Darcy."
She looked around from wall to wall, up at the ceiling, over the edge of the car door to the floor. "So why can't I see you?"
"Because I have no body. I am everywhere at once."
She chews on a couple of pretzels. "Jarvis, are you God?"
"No, I am not."
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"Jarvis, are you God?" and the super-secret hair fairy and watching Star Wars with Clint, who's nicer than Uncle Tony; I cannot handle this! XD Also, it's kinda funny to note that the three mortals of the team are the ones she doesn't call with familial titles. Huh.
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Also, it's kinda funny to note that the three mortals of the team are the ones she doesn't call with familial titles. Huh.
I did not think of that when I wrote, but you're completely right.
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