Jack of Harts

My mom was proud of me the day Tai came to evaluate my game AIs. So was my dad. But if I’d done something wrong, it would have been my fault. I knew that. I said that. Dad nodded. He told me that it was the way it would always be. Other people would always pay the price when we were wrong. That we always had to be careful to keep from hurting the people around us. Then he hugged me and took me home. Back to Red and all the game characters she’d helped me pull out of games. And the three that were starting to wake up according to my dad and Tai. Or HAD woken up. Not that I could tell. They didn’t act any different from the others. So I went back to what I was doing. I had plans you see.