"So, computer, do you have a name?" Kirsten asked.

"YES. XERXES CLAIMS MY NAME IS ALSO KIRSTEN. IT MIGHT BE BECUASE OF YOU." the computer responded.

"Yes, that's enough, K.I.R.S.T.E.N." Xerxes said, still typing in more codes.

"So, Xerxes, you named one of the greatest ever inventions after me?" Kirsten asked.

"TECHNICALLY, I'M NAMED KNOWLEDGE IN REALISTIC SCIENTIFIC TECHNOLOGICAL EPITOME FOR NEUROSCIENCE. XERXES AND THE ENGLISH LANGUAGE DO NOT INCLUDE THE 'FOR', SO, IN TURN, MY NAME IS K.I.R.S.T.E.N." the computer K.I.R.S.T.E.N. explained.

"So, you exclude 'for', but not 'in'?" Kirsten asked.

"That was my idea." Xerxes explained.

"YES, I POINTED THAT OUT TO XERXES, BUT HE SAID THAT BEING NAMED K.R.S.T.E.N. WOULD NOT HAVE, WHAT HE CALLED, 'THE RIGHT RING TO IT'." K.I.R.S.T.E.N. explained.

"Oh, that's interesting, K.I.R.S.T.E.N." Kirsten said. The computer face's monitor smiled, then winked.

"I MUST GO. XERXES HAS JUST INPUTTED A REST CODE THAT IS TO BE INITIATED AT THE END OF THIS SENTENCE." the computer said. It then quickly shut off. Xerxes pushed away from the desk, sliding across the floor of the wheels of his chair. He then stood up, his shaggy black hair chopping his forehead in half, and stretched out. Kirsten was still looking at K.I.R.S.T.E.N. in awe as Xerxes shook her.

"Hey, Kirsten number one. Wake up. You have to go home now, remember?" Xerxes said.

"Oh, it's already that late?! I've got to go! Thanks Xerxes for introducing me to your friend K.I.R.S.T.E.N.! Tell her I'd like to chat again sometime." Kirsten said, rushing out of Xerxes's room. His 'room' was technically the garage of an apartment he rented out, but this was where the greatest things started. Garages.

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"So what happened after that?" Cherilyn asked. Xerxes stood for a second, silent, then sighed.

"The rest went downhill from how I remember it." he answered.

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"A body was found in an alley at approximately five fifteen a.m. of a young female. Identification appears to point to the victim as Kirsten Tucker, who according to police, was a high school student at the age of fifteen. Her cause of death is unclear, but it appears she as beaten over the head and rap-" the TV newsman reported, but was cut off by the power of Xerxes's remote.

"XERXES? I HAVE COME ACROSS SOME LOCAL NEWS THROUGH MY DATA TRANSMISSION. WAS THAT KIRSTEN WHO WAS KILLED THE SAME KIRSTEN WHO CAME YESTERDAY?" K.I.R.S.T.E.N. asked.

"..." Xerxes managed, staring at the distant wall of his garage.

"I HAVE RUN SOME FACIAL RECOGNITION COMPARISON ON A PHOTO OFF THE INTERNET. IT IS INDEED KIRSTEN YOUR FRIEND, ISN'T IT?" K.I.R.S.T.E.N. asked.

"K.I.R.S.T.E.N., code orange." Xerxes said.

"UNDERSTOOD XERXES." K.I.R.S.T.E.N. said, shutting off.

"..." Xerxes thought, still staring.

"TRANSFER COMPLETE. IT IS SAFE TO EJECT." K.I.R.S.T.E.N. said. Xerxes quickly got up and pulled out an orange flashdrive from the computer, labeled K.I.R.S.T.E.N.

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"Wow, Xerxes, I had no idea. But, I love you. And I'll help you." Cherilyn said.

"I'm sorry, Cherilyn. I can't." Xerxes said, looking off into the bay.

"You can do this Xerxes. Because I love you." Cherilyn said.

"I can't Cherilyn. My affection for you is like the chicken pox. It's there for a little while, then it disappears. And it never comes back again." Xerxes said.

"NO, don't say things like that Xerxes!" Cherilyn shouted.

"Cherilyn. The only girl I ever loved doesn't live anymore. So, either I don't love you, or you're dead to me." Xerxes said, "Goodbye."

"Xerxes! What do you mean?!" Cherilyn shouted. But, it was too late. Xerxes couldn't bear living anymore. And, in his eternal rain, he hurled himself into the bay. A man who had so much potential, but he couldn't swim.

"Xerxes..." Cherilyn managed. Xerxes fell to his demise, and left only one thing behind.

"I'm glad you still let me meet her." Cherilyn smiled sadly. She looked at the railing and picked up an orange flashdrive, labeled in a black magic marker as K.I.R.S.T.E.N.