Author : J.R. Blackwell, Staff Writer
â€œWhat this business needs is a Sherlock!â€ said Cupcake, who would become Rachellâ€™s mother. â€œA Sherlock could really figure things out around here.â€
Cupcake rolled down to the local genetic engineering building, with its ionized windows and shiny tables, and signed up to get herself a Sherlock. She didnâ€™t play with the formula much, never had been much on customization. All Cupcake added was pink hair so that mother and daughter would match. The printers in the building spat out a goo that could, and would, become a Sherlock. Cupcake spread herself wide and had herself implanted with a Sherlock.
Three hours, a glorified turkey baster and fifteen minutes with her feet in the air later, Cupcake found herself on the four month, fast track pace to a baby. She didnâ€™t take the ultra fast, two-week route, because she heard that caused stretch marks, and Cupcake wanted to keep her figure. All those advances, and still no cure for stretch marks. Ainâ€™t that always the way.
Cupcake wasnâ€™t much on scanning the net for reviews, so it would come as no surprise to anyone that nine months later, she didnâ€™t get what she expected. Sure, Rachell had pink hair, and sure, she did organize the storeroom when she was two, but the little thing was moody, she kept irregular hours and threw things at the mantle-piece.
Rachell catalogued items endlessly, breaking down their component parts. She caught shoplifters before they even stepped through the door. It was unnerving to other customers. At night, Cupcake had to lock up the sugar. Not candy, the girl had no interest in what she called â€œcheap thrills of childrenâ€ but sugar, which is what the girl would eat at night with a spoon.
Sherlocks werenâ€™t reviewed well, but Cupcake resolved to love the one she was with. â€œChildren are a sacred commitment,â€ she said, because it sounded nice. She had heard somebody say that on a drama on the net. Cupcake’s parroting always made Rachell roll her eyes.
Forever annoyed at her mother, Rachell called Cupcake names like Simpleton, Cake-Brain and some other words that Cupcake didnâ€™t understand. Sometimes Rachell just called Cupcake by her name, but said it like it was the worst possible insult in the world. But Rachell never changed her pink hair, though it wouldnâ€™t be hard to do. Cupcake took that as a sign of love, and she took her love where she could get it.