Near future story of a boy and his dead father's personality in an interactive box.
|“Edgar, what is going on here?”
“Dad, leave me alone please.”
“Edgar, I am your father and you know what will happen if you do not do as I say and if you do not respond when I speak to you.”
“Dad, come on, I am trying to do something important here.”
“I am warning you young man.”
Edgar sat in silence completely focused on the pencil line that he was making around his fingers on the construction paper.
“Final warning son.”
Edgar sighed and sat up from the drawing. His face set in a grimace and he shook his head, changing his mind. Instead of responding he set about drawing the shape of feathers on his hand turkey.
His father broke out in song.
“And I say hey-ey-ey, Hey-ey-ey.”
“Oh you have to be kidding me, Mom!” Edgar yelled.
“I said Hey, a-what’s going on.”
“Mom! Dad’s singing 4 Non Blondes songs again!”
Edgar’s mother bustled into his room wiping her hands on her apron.
“And I try. Oh my God, do I try.”
His mother said, “That is quite annoying, isn’t it? I will fix it dear.” She laid a kiss on her son’s head and began whacking the side of the pewter cube with the speaker grid on top that sat on the far end of Edgar’s desk.
“I try all the time, In this institution”
The cube crackled and buzzed and finally fell silent.
Edgar’s mother turned to him with words of triumph on her lips but she held her silence when she saw the tears running down Edgar’s face. She wrapped him in her arms and hugged him, stroking his hair.
“I know you miss him, I do too.”