Ava texted, “Most pleasurable. Is Henry coming? ”

  Maya replied, “As I have said, Henry will be hosting the party.”

  “You have nothing to fear; all that you have to know is that I am inviting you.”

  “I will be expecting you on Saturday.”

  To which Maya stopped responding.

  Ava placed the phone in her pocket and just snuggled her head to the pillow, where she interfaced her mind with the internet, watching drama and shows.

  She binged drama shows, one featuring murder mystery stories, dystopian scenes, and even Seinfeld and Young Sheldon.

  This spanned a few days, during which Ava looked at her body; her eyes were unfocused and undetermined.

  She would be in her mindscape, completely uncoordinated, her eyes would feel lazy, and her body would be lethargic.

  “Ehhhh, I am bored asf; there isn’t really much to think about, is there? ”

  “Never mind…” she muttered to herself.

  She would stand up and go to the fridge to grab a bowl and fill it with milk—she would use her spoon to scoop a piece and bring it to her mouth before chewing it and swallowing it.

  Her eyes were unfocused; she looked down, her snow-like skin—her mind would feel like she would be detached from her mind—was asynchronous; all that processing was left inside the mind, but she was unable to externalize it on her body.

  She would haggardly stand up and start walking as if she were a zombie; she would climb the stairs.

  Where she would let gravity pull her down to the bed, her head on the pillow.

  Soon, a glare would be seen in the phone—while her loose hair would be scattered around the mattress, looking more disheveled than her hair’s wolf cut style.

  She scratched her hair as she grabbed her phone. When she looked at the phone, her eyes reeked of boredom before she placed it on her chest.

  She sighed, “Aghhhhh…. Whatever….”

  For minutes, Ava was bored—she then grabbed her phone and looked at it with her two hands.

  She typed in her phone, “Hello, I am a bit messy atm.”

  “I will go ahead and prepare,” prompting Maya to reply with an amused-face emoji.

  “Just what were you doing? ” Maya texted.

  “You must have enjoyed being inactive in your bed. Did the android enjoy recharging that much? ”

  Ava’s face turned bland. “Don’t mock me.”

  Ava stood up from her bed, ignoring the mess on her bed.

  Ava then brushes the dirt from her shoulder. “Alright, time to prepare, I guess. Hopefully, I get a free spa for this.”

  As Ava inspected her own face and body, going as far as to pose herself, she then saw a glare in her phone.

  Ava then slowly walked near it, where her face turned into something sour, and she picked it up.

  “Actually… I gained some information about you and the other kids, and some really neat stuff from your company.”

  “So if you don’t want to come, you may as well be missing out,” ending it with a smiling face emoji animated.

  Stolen novel; please report.

  Ava texted, “What? You were behind the attack; I would have suspected something happened.”

  “Damn it.”

  Maya replied, “Umm, yeah. I did what I do; it is, after all, an order from my boss.”

  Ava’s face turned bland before rage, and she started typing, “Why can’t you just see how it damages me, me, me, of all people?! You have no idea what you just did.”

  Maya then texted, “Yeah, but our efforts were in vain; somebody interfered.”

  “Well, there’s more I should tell, but I would have to get busy. See you there. I will make sure to prepare a pickup for you.”

  Ava’s eyes stared at the phone; seeing the text, her eyes were frozen.

  She texted Maya, “This is not going to be easy, Maya.”

  Maya was in a blouse with a coat, and her hair was in an updo. Her eyes were in a blue cybernetic iris, and she focused her eyes inward to Ava’s text, where she said to herself with a smirk and arched eyebrows, “I agree.”

  There were clouds outside the tower, the air wasn’t thick, and there were gatherings of socialites and girls swimming in the pool with their underwear.

  One girl was splashing water with her hand with other females, while the socialites mingled with other people.

  People in suits, the degenerate elites, have arrived—soon a guy in a suit arrived with an entrance from the penthouse’s door with a lady with silver hair in a cocktail dress, with the black lace extending upward to the collarbone; her sleeves were also of lace, and she had a voluptuous but tall figure—the chilling part was how her face was of pure boredom.

  Her waist was being touched by the man’s arm; he arrived and began to smile.

  “Huehuehue, what a luxurious party, Henry—you came all this way to invite everyone from around the world,” the man with a super-attractive lady quipped.

  Henry was wearing a blazer with an unbuttoned blouse revealing his upper chest of hair; he was in a coach with a buffet thoroughly prepared inside the penthouse.

  Henry’s head rotated at the man’s suit; his eyes were of amusement but charm. “Yes, indeed. Please, Mister Tarik, enjoy the party… I made sure this party is well embellished.”

  “Also, I fear that you may be making people’s faces pink with envy… So be careful out there.”

  Tarik laughed, his hand on his chubby belly. He then looked at the lady. “You hear that, Brianna? The host said we will be making pink with envy.”

  Brianna rolled her brown, star-like eyes. “Whatever… Tell me if this is already done.” She lifted her sleeves that wrap around her midriff below her boobs.

  Tarik peered his eyes towards Brianna’s face, his head looking at her neck before touching her neck with his lips.

  Brianna lets on to Tarik’s attempt, “Do I get a Gucci bag after this? This better be worth it.”

  Tarik answered, “Yeah… You sexy bitch, Brianna, let’s go mingle with people.”

  There were glitters of decadence happening inside the penthouse; there was even one girl resembling a dark-brown-haired girl with melanin eyes shaking her booty towards a bunch of people with expensive jackets with their own shirts near the pool while the cork was shot in the air.

  And participants would do all the weirdest moves, whether inside the building of the penthouse or outside, where the pool resides.

  Maya, with her brunette hair with a neon streak in an updo style, was holding the phone with her hands and then typed, “Oh, by the way, Ava… I have a cryptographic puzzle for you—it will lead you the way to the location where you will be picked up.”

  Ava texted, “Give me, give me, give me. I am going to solve it.”

  Maya then informed Henry with a look, “Sir, she seems eager to solve the puzzle.”

  Henry responded with, “Good, send the invitation,” while he was in his coach, where he opened a drink with his bare hands and started drinking it, and where his head fell in an arc on the headrest of the coach. “Ahhhhh,” his face filled with decadence, with his unbuttoned blouse and untight red tie.

  Arms on the couch, while people partied, one girl would slide her hands on her dress, while others clicked their glasses together.

  Ava would be doing the puzzle on her phone; her eyes were focused while she tried to solve the puzzle with intricate geometry and number theory. She would be sitting in her bed in an angel seat position as the phone is on the bed, staring down at the phone, where her fingers wiggle up and down.

  Soon, everything pieced together in her mind, where she assembled the correct answer, so she grabbed her phone and started assembling the geometry puzzle with numbers.

  “Hah, no different from the puzzles from the IQ tests I did back then on the internet.”

  Soon, the animation in the program began to play, where the shader assembled in the middle like particles, and it displayed the map of her pickup location and the coordinates.

  The title above the map display says, “Congratulations, you are invited to the high-end party on the Gomorrah party—you are now considered a VIP member of the party,” with a blue neon light alongside. Next to it is an icon of the letter ‘W’ with golden and metallic plating materialized on her phone’s screen.

  “Gotcha.” She clenched her hand, her face proud.

  She got up from her bed, and wearing her velvet obsidian off-shoulder dress, she styled her wolf-cut hair, even touching it to puff it and comb it, as she stared at the mirror, leaning her hourglass figure, her head sticking out on the mirror, reflecting her porcelain skin and her deep almond-green eyes with her head tilted.

  “I just need to add a little makeup,” she says, as she picks up her makeup tools and adds eyeliner to her eyebrows and then adds a little bit of lipstick to her mouth before pouting it.

  She then arches her back, emphasizing it before smiling.

  “Alright, that looks good—I should go ahead and make my debut there now” her face smiling.