ultron_junior: ([neg] emobot)
It was illogical to miss someone who had never existed, but that was what Victor seemed to be doing today.

He'd grown up thinking his father had been a Marine who had died in combat. Because of that, his mother had always made a little bit of a production out of Memorial Day. They'd go to Mass to pray for soldiers, she'd tell stories about Vic's dad, and they'd talk about what it meant to serve your country before heading to a cookout.

Or that was what he remembered, anyhow. (It got tiring, reminding yourself that your memories weren't real, that you'd only had three or four Memorial Days before this one.) But that father, the hero, had never existed. What he had in the way of parents was an evil robot and a dead woman who had lied to him for years.

In some crazy way that he kept wanting to reject with an error message, knowing that made him sadder than thinking his human father had been killed ever had.

He wondered who the guy in the pictures of his "father" he'd seen had been. Somebody from the neighborhood, an old boyfriend, a computer model Ultron had generated? He'd never found a match for the photos in image databases; he might just never know.

He laid back on his bed and closed his eyes. He needed to just stop thinking this way, but it was much easier to say that than to do it.

[OOC: Door is closed. Post is open, though I may be slow.]

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Victor Mancha

April 2014

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