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Jordan Ness Mr.Pflieger Fund Comp The Model The girl sat there, as motionless as can be. She sat there on that same brown couch everyday, all day. She never got up to eat unless she was fed. She never went to school, so her parents had to home school her. Her parents had doctors from all over the country come and see if they had any luck diagnosing her. But every doctor came to the same conclusion. There was nothing wrong with the girl, she was just anti-social, the experts would tell them. Somehow, the girl’s parents were not so sure though. She had not always been frozen to that couch. When she was younger, she was very outgoing and interacted with everyone she came in contact with. As the years went by, she began interacting less and less, until she did not talk or socialize with anybody. Then she began to sit on the couch in the family room more and more each day. The process was slow, but she went from being a social, outgoing child to a recluse. It was a medical mystery. Or was it.

One day, a doctor from the local college came on his usual visit to check up on the girl. He gave her the standard heart rate test, reflex test, and hearing and sight test. Everything seemed ordinary, until he asked her to take an I.Q. test for a change. This test was made especially hard, to see if she was a very intellectual being under her unsocial exterior. The doctor administered the test, and told her to take as much time as she needed. The test included questions about math, science, the universe, and much more. Less than five minutes after the test was given to her, the girl set her pencil aside and handed the doctor her test. The doctor was skeptical about the girl. The test had been 100 questions on five pages. How could she have finished so promptly? He compared the test to the answer key and was amazed to find that the girl’s test was the exact same as the answer key! She was a genius. The doctor looked over to her on her couch, eyes bulging. “Wha… H… How did you do this?” he stammered.

The girl simply looked away and seemed to stare into space with that same blank look on her face, just like always. The doctor immediately reported the results to the girl’s parents. They were overjoyed that their daughter was not brain-dead. They loved and cared about their daughter very much. Even though she was not their biological daughter. The parents of the girl had tried for many years to have kids, but it never worked out. Finally, they decided to adopt a child from the nearby orphanage. They arrived at the place and were told by the secretary that a new baby girl had just been found that morning on the doorstep in nothing but a blanket. They saw her and immediately were elated, and adopted her on the spot. She had always been a joy until she began shying away from everyone.

The parents were deeply saddened by their child’s condition as more and more time wore on. The refinishing of the girl’s old room was a chore for her father, who spent many long hours fixing it up. He even put a new bathroom connected to her room, which was a waste because she never seemed to use it or any other bathroom in the house. A new, queen-sized bed was placed in the corner of her room, and her mother spent days painting it many shades of warm colors. This strategy to pull her off the couch did not work either because she would sit there in the same place, even after her parents went to bed. One day, the girl’s parents woke up to find the girl not at her usual place, sitting at the couch. Instead, they found a small piece of paper. The father read it aloud.

Dear Earth Parents, I have been monitoring your planet for quite some time now, approximately eight Earth years. I am a monitor robot from a planet in the distant galaxy of Oblar. My observations have found that your race is very unstable. Your planets pollution levels are very high, and if your race destroyed your planet, you would cause catastrophic results for the rest of your galaxy (as told to us by the citizens of Jupiter and Mars). Therefore, we have the permission of the Galactic Union to destroy your race. The process will begin today at exactly 12:00 P.M., Earth time. Thank you for your understanding. (Wow. I did not see that coming! Good job!)

Sincerely, Model 58C

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