We do love our birthday parties; it seems to be a Greenbow family tradition. Today we're combining Ren and Mel's big days. Mel was first. His grandpa was tickled pink to bring him to the cake.
Such a friendly little guy, but he just hates to have his hair cut. Odd, since he's not afraid of anything else, just those scissors. I finally gave up.
Then it was Ren's turn. He asked for the oddest things for his birthday - a magnifying glass and a fingerprint kit. I managed to find the magnifying glass, but the fingerprint kit is gonna have to wait.
Not long after, Mom passed on...
... and Dad followed shortly after. We all missed them terribly, but I was also worried about the Nectary. Neither I nor Lane had any idea how to grow anything, and we had even less knowledge of how to turn it into nectar. I had been trying for years to think of a way to mechanize the whole process, but so far hadn't come up with anything better than the harvester I'd made when I was a kid.
One day as I was wandering around the house, missing my mom and dad, and mulling over my automation problem, I found myself in my mom's art room, staring at her last sculpture - she had finished it the day before she died. Suddenly I had a brilliant idea.
So while Lane took care of Mel, I went to work.
Often I forgot the time and worked into the wee hours of the morning, after I returned from my ghost hunting jobs.
My persistence finally paid off... I had done it!
My simbot was almost complete.. now to program it. I set it's AI for gardening,cooking, and general repairs. I considered adding cleaning, but I then I remembered how annoyingly neat the maid is, and she is only here half the day. I don't think I could stand so much neatness around the clock.
Now to address a slight problem with asthetics. Let's see, it'll need some clothes, and some sort of synthetic skin, so it doesn't scare our nectary customers.
Much better! No way to disguise the eye-cameras though, so dark glasses will have to do. It says it's name is Benito... hmph. I didn't program that in there.
Let me see if i can fix that. Hmm.. it's AI seems to be ...
AIEEE...ow! Hmph... the AI is becoming more... self aware, I guess you might say. I decided to let him keep his name.
At least the gardening program seems to be working well.
The cooking too, although after he cooks our food, it's rather disconcerting to watch him eat his own "meals."
I'll have to keep an eye on him though - he gave Ren's friend Maureen a scare when she looked up to see him staring at her with a wrench in his hand.
I can't believe it's time for Mel's birthday again. As you can see, he still won't let me touch his hair. And he's developed a bad habit of sneaking up behind me and scaring me. I feel bad for missing so much of his toddler years developing Benito. But things will change now.. I so want to make up for that time.
My latest invention - I finally perfected my spirit finder! My ghost hunting business has really picked up because of it.
I can always find them now, no matter how they try to hide.
"It's time to move on, spirit!"
"Nooooo..."
But in the end I always convince them.
I couldnt wait to try the spirit finder by Max and Sunflower's graves. I know how constantly seeing them had affected mom, but hey, I see ghosts every day at work, how bad could it be?
I sucked in my breath when I saw two spirits standing in the backyard... and were they... flirting with each other? I know in an instant they had to be my great-great-grandparents.
My heart beat more quickly as they noticed me. Sunflower drifted away, but Max approached. He spoke in the same animated way that mom always did when she was in one of her "moods".
"Olivia! Olivia! Can you hear me?"
"Yes... are you... Grandpa Max?"
"Of course I am! Now listen! this is important! You need to keep searching! They're waiting for you! Keep digging! Promise me!"
"Digging? You mean the cave-in in the basement?"
"Yes, the cave-in! Promise me?"
I slowly nodded my head, and he gave an audible sigh of relief. I wonder what is so important about that cave-in. I guess it's time to find out.
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