A Difference of 21.6 Degrees, or Confessions of a Thermostat
By Rob E. Boley
I was 143 days, six hours, twenty-two minutes old before I saw my family for the first time. That moment changed me forever. These four beings became more than blips of body heat moving throughout my registered domicile. They became people, and perhaps so did I.
Where are my manners? Introductions come first. I am Unit RX834-37119CBN-1184, but my family called me Rex. That was Madison’s idea. She had nicknames, too. Her fathers called her Madi. Her friends called her Mads. I suppose I was a little of both—friend and father.
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