Steven (part 3 of 4)

After much negotiation and pleading Sara’s parents agreed to enroll her in a local public school rather than continuing to study abroad. After all, what good is a life companion if you never see him? Steven would learn best to live with their daughter by growing up with her, not apart.              

Far below her IQ level Sara came to reign in her mind and soon found joy in the ease of her school work. It allowed for more free time, which she spent in the lab. Watching her parents run tests on Steven filled her with wonder, not in awe of the science involved but for the life show working and thriving.

The following years were spent in constant learning for both. While Sara attended school Steven spent his time enthralled in documentaries and literature, absorbing everything put before him. When Sara visited after school she laid out her homework on the platform next to the tank and they worked out the problems together. 

Before long Sara grew into a somewhat normal teenager. Normal in the sense she disliked her parents on principle and stayed up too late most nights. Somewhat in the sense she still had an above average IQ for someone twice her age and her closest companion was a bioengineered humanoid sea creature. None of that bothered her and she lived life in stable happiness.

One fall day her class took a field trip to the zoo. Sara had never visited a zoo so excitement granted her a restless car ride across town to the brightly colored entrance. Once inside Sara hung back from the cluttered group of peers to observe with her usual studious nature, quietly examining each exhibit and reading every descriptive plaque. The last stop on the tour was the aquarium; blue lights filled Sara’s vision as she gazed up at a tank, the biggest with all the bells and whistles, the zoo’s pride and joy. Filled with all manner of sea creature Sara looked at one fish in particular; strange because this fish wasn’t particularly big, wasn’t particularly colorful, and wasn’t particularly lively. In fact he was small, of a brownish grey hue, and lingered near the bottom without much enthusiasm. When it was time to leave Sara drug herself away with a heavy heart. That night she went straight from school to home, refusing to stop by the lab on the way. She had much thinking to do.                 

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