Lily-Rhea sighed, a tendril of her softly-curled black hair lifting away from her cheek on the puff of air to drift back down and silently slap against her cheek. Crossing her legs and then recrossing them the opposite way a moment later, it was obvious to anyone watching the woman that she was antsy, bored, or both. But she couldn't do anything, anything at all. In a voice to mimic a man's deep timbre, Rhea mocked her father. "You must not disobey the Androids, Lily dear. They only wish the best for you, only want to keep you safe...as do I."<br/><br/>She made a soft growl in her throat, the only response she was able to make to the remembered conversation that would not attract the near-silent whirring of the Androids in her house to her room. "Lily-Rhea, do you need any assistance? Are you injured, or upset? Let us into your room, please," they would call, in their robotic voice badly marring her name, pronouncing it as 'Ray' and not the true 'Ray-a.' But artificial intelligence could go only so far, could not delve deep into the Earth and her finer inner workings. Rhea was a very old, very deeply rooted mythological name. Perhaps not so mythological though. Maybe Rhea was real, true. Maybe Rhea truly was the mother of the Gods, and gave birth to the Earth.<br/><br/>Shaking her head, Rhea looked out the thick-paned window at the night, she was thinking too much again. Getting lost in her thoughts, just like always. But when your head was so full of them, it was difficult to not lose yourself. Standing, she made her way to the door and stood beside it. The slightly melancholic and perpetually guilty cloud of emotions that was her father was making its way down the hallway toward her room. Rhea could always feel him coming, always feel his sadness over losing her sisters and her mother. She knew he felt guilt over crashing their car that night, but never knew why he held on so tightly to that grief.<br/><br/>A moment later, there was a brisk, soft knock on the heavy wooden door that signaled her father's arrival. Rhea brushed long, slender fingers over her soft black lycra pants and blue lycra top to make sure she was presentable. Tucking her curls behind her ears, Rhea smiled a fake smile and said softly, "Come in father."<br/><br/>Her father opened the door, peering around it to ensure that his daughter was fully dressed and proper. "Oh, were you about to head down to the exercise room, Lily?" Said her father in a voice a bit deeper than Rhea was able to mimic just a few moments before. He tried to look cheerful but failed, the lines around his eyes at a downward angle from so much frowning throughout the past ten years, since the accident.<br/><br/>"I was thinking about heading down there, yes. You know I feel like a caged animal, father. You know I cannot stand being here all day and all night. Even during daylight hours when the curfew is lifted, I am not allowed to venture outside of our home." Rhea said, trying to keep the heat, the displeasure from her voice. She never yelled at her dad, but they had had many heated conversations, and they were usually over this topic.<br/><br/>"Are you bored again, Lily dear? I could bring in more entertainers, get another new film. I could refinish the spare room again. Whatever you'd like, sweetheart, I will bring it to you. You know I'd do anything for you. The Androids would be delighted to assist you in any way, if only you'd but call to them." Her father said, falling into his role of Android advocate quite easily.<br/><br/>"No, father. I want to get out of here. You think that just by keeping me inside, I'll be safer than mother and the girls were in that car. If you're worried about another car accident, I do not even have to drive, or be in a vehicle! I could walk. You know, that thing you do where you move your legs and they propel you places? I never get to go for leisurely walks, never get to run or jump or just be myself! I am always trapped here, the Androids doing everything for me, not letting me be the adult I am supposed to be!" Rhea said, her voice raising in pitch a bit. Perhaps she was a bit too wound up tonight and she cleared her throat. "I apologize, father. But you must excuse me. I need to go work off some steam, or work off as much as your stupid Androids will let me." With that last remark, Rhea grabbed an old cd-player off her desk and slipped the earbuds in her ears and quickly brushed past her father on the way to the only place the Androids were not allowed to interfere: her gym.