Elliot had been very busy, well, more than usual. Not only should he hide himself and his machinery. Since the communication with Yuria ended, he had had more responsibilities. And all for a decision that an executive on the other side of the multiverse had taken in the middle of the company's anniversary party. A design decision concerning the development of I.A. of the new generation of bioandroids.

"BioOrg Model 18w40b Works with a neural network learning system with advanced genetic algorithms. It comes loaded from the factory with access to Hypernet, and will download the user's database at the first login for a personalized learning experience. Equipped with nanomachines capable of self-feeding material and energy, along with the ability to synthesize its own titanium and aluminum alloy (hence this model has been nicknamed Ti-Na) among other materials necessary for its correct operation and repair."

So far, everything was going well. The bad thing was what came next.

"With this model, we decided to take a step back in terms of the speed of autonomous development of the unit to favor other areas of it. During her early development phase, Tina has a growth rate twenty-one times slower than her previous version, so she grows at a perfect ratio of one organic year per day. In this phase is when your engine is centered between 100% and 75% in its learning and development of the personality functions, freeing time and gaining ability to perform commands gradually. The user must take into account, especially during the first week, that any input, through any sense, will be recorded to be part of the database and the personality of Tina."

In short, Yuria had commissioned him to babysit a bioandroid for almost a month, and he had accepted it as a fool. At least now he could access Hypernet ... Or not. As soon as the machine downloaded its database, a Pixel Art appeared, showing Yuria's angry face covering the entire screen, making all the manual commands unusable.

So his only hope was that time would pass and teach Tina to respond to his voice commands. The trouble is that the genetic learning algorithm would use his database, which would inevitably translate into a personality very similar to himself. And that, in turn, would inevitably translate into an android that would question his orders and seek to do things its way.

The first day was the most tedious. Elliot had to move little Tina several times to sites rich in minerals and sunlight, in addition to programming a suitable body, with the ears and tail of a fenec, and look for clothes that did not obstruct too much the photovoltaic cells that she had in her skin.

The second day was more relaxed, although not so different. The third, well, the third day was when everything started to get a little better, Elliot could not deny that Tina's personality was brilliant. Being a machine, Tina started with a base intelligence that was surprising, so Elliot decided to continue stimulating that side of her development by answering her questions and showing her some simple experiments.

By the fourth day, Elliot was so focused on Tina that he almost forgot to continue repairing the equipment.

On the other hand, the fifth day, although similar to the previous ones, ended with an incident that would change the course of those two forever.

- I can't believe you've convinced me to go see the city at night. - Elliot said.

- Well, you told me you're different from me because you gave me my ears to camouflage me with the natives, but we have not seen one.

- I hope we can see some even at night.

- Are not you supposed to be in town? Then why could not we see them?

-They must be in their houses. - Elliot says as he approaches the side of the city.

-Houses?

- Oh, right, I forgot that ... Anyway, a house is where people stay most of the time.

- For example, the site near your machines. - Tina said.

- It may be, although that would be a camp.

- What is the difference?

- This place is temporary, my house, my real house, is very far from here. In a place called Brightwhere. That's where you come from too.

- Well, it's the first time you mention it. Is that what machines are for? To come back home?

- Yes. They serve to return home, that's why I want to fix them. - Elliot said with a melancholy air in his voice, while Tina stared at something else.

- There, there, I think I see one! - She said

And, in fact, she saw one. It was one. A reptilian looking savage covered with an armor, sleeping by sitting on the ground and leaning his back in a large bluish wyrm.

But the scene quickly became violent as soon as another of the natives shot an arrow near it. They talked for a while, but then they started attacking each other.

- Hey, I think we better go back to the camp. - Elliot said trying to make his little bioandroid not see such a show of aggression.

- But what are they doing? They are going to hurt themselves. - Tina Said.

-It's not our business and it's not something you should see either. - Elliot tried to turn it to look away but she resisted. She was curious as any I.A. of her level and as stubborn as Elliot himself. Of course, that was a bad combination.

Finally, the explorer surrendered and allowed her to see what was happening.

- This makes no sense. - She said in a moment. - Why are they trying to hurt each other?

- That's a fight. Surely to solve a conflict.

- Define conflict. - Tina asked, with a slightly more mechanical voice.

- A problem between two or more entities, where the interests of one or more differ from the rest of the set.

- Example? - Again, with a mechanical voice, Tina asked for an example.

- Well, what you and I just did. You wanted to see the fight and I wanted to avoid you seeing it so I would not have to give you this talk.

- It is understood. Can we continue to the city as planned, please?

- Now that the fight is over, I do not see why not.