In a luxury residential estate stood a display case. In the display case stood a doll. A four foot tall and slender doll with blonde hair and blue eyes. Dressed in a neat blue dress.

  Julie Parkson dressed in an evening gown and her husband Wayne dressed in nice suit were getting ready to leave for their anniversary dinner while trying to molify their 4 year old daughter Molly. "No! I don't want you to go!" ,their daughter whined the beginnings of a temper tantrum coming on.

  "It will only for tonight sweety." Julie soothed down at her daughter.

  "Besides you'll have Ida to look after you." ,chimed in Wayne.

  "Ida activate!" He called.

  The eyes of the Intelligence Development Assistant or Ida as the doll was called lit up as the start up sequence activated. Servos whirled up. Gears coming into motion. Programs coming online. Text scrolled across Ida's internal display.

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  "How may i help you today Mrs. And Mr. Parkson?" Ida said.

  As the preprogrammed response went off.

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  Ida always had to get that out of the way. After all her creators had programed polite and prompt response into her. She wondered what the task would be this time. Though from the looks of things she would be called to babysit again if her predictive algorithms had anything to say about it.

  "Ida activate babysitter mode. Watch over Molly and keep her safe while we are gone."

  And there it was. "Yes Mr. Parkson."l replied. Walking up and taking Molly's hand. "Come on Molly let's go play. If your good I can get you a snack later."

  "But I don't want them to go." She murmured. But followed none the less. The Parksons made their final goodbyes and made it out the door and soon the sound of their car leaving the driveway was heard. Molly and headed to her play room where I joined her in tea time along with Britney the Barbie and Mr. Bubbles the stuffed tiger. Tea time was very important according to Molly. She said it was important for a young lady to enter society. Not quite in those words but you got the idea. Soon it was time for dinnertime for Molly. The Parksons usually left a meal to warm up in the microwave for Molly when they went out on any dates or errands I had just placed the dish in the microwave when Molly piped up saying.

  "Ida look at funny words."

  "And what do the funny words say sweety." I humor her.

  "Pre-pear for the to-too-real." She tries to pronounce. Suddenly light starts to swirl around her, setting off alarms in my programming.

  Alert possible unknown threat detected! Safety mode activate!

  As is my directive I lunge to grab Molly to get her somewhere safe the lights start whirling around me as well. A multitude of colors. Then everything goes white.

  In a residential estate the microwave timer goes off telling that the food is ready but no one is there to take it.