Aldea sat on her bed with airpods in, which was frowned upon because of how old they were. It was considered as a sign of poorness. See how much the world has changed?

She twisted her short blond hair, twirling it this way and that. She listened to her playlist, songs from the 2000's. It was rare since they were in 3019. 2019 was her favorite time line of music, especially the aesthetics.

Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself.

Just leave me for somebody else.

Enjoy yourself, enjoy yourself.

She doesn't need nobody else.

Aldea swayed her body with the beat of the song, when suddenly she heard a knock on her door. She looked up and saw Luce standing with a plate of salad on it. "Mistress Aldea, I have food for you." He said, his posture more appealing as a human.

"I see you have collected lots of information on how to move and talk like us," Aldea replied, taking the plate. "I adore your ambition."

"Why thank you." He chuckled softly. "If you don't mind my asking, I remember you saying you were in love with someone else. Who might this person be?" He asked, sitting on the edge of her bed.

"Her name is Isla." Aldea replied. Luce looked a bit shocked. "She is on a trip right now to the United States. She will be back eventually." Aldea began eating her food.

"Oh, quite interesting. Whenever I was collecting data she did not seem to be in many pictures. Most of them were Jonathan." He said bluntly. Aldea cringed as her eyes widened.

"We don't talk about him, alright?" She snapped. Luce looked a bit surprised but nodded before leaving Aldea alone in her room.

She stared at the salad, hate brewing up inside her. She set it down on her bedstand and turned her music back on. The lights reflected off the switch that was in her hands. She decided it would not be needed. No, not yet.