Calvin was always described as strait laced. Even as a child, he refused to exceed a slow walking pace while on the playground, even as the colored blurs of other children whipped past him. It was enough to set him apart from the other children, but no one would have guessed at the considerable burden he carried in his head.

When he got older, he faced ridicule from others as the voice of truth in any situation. The term snitch failed to impact Calvin as much as his peers would have liked. After all, giving a truthful representation of the facts was the only option.

He was told to let loose every once in a while, to get out of his own head, but these were just words from those who sought after something that Calvin had already found in order and discipline. He didn’t have an excess of friends around him, but what did he care? There was plenty of space in his own head. Or so he thought.

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Calvin grew up in a stable household. The only child of two parents who had decided to try for a kid later in life. There was never an excess of love in his household. His parents considered a divorce, but stayed together for Calvin’s sake. He hadn’t gone out of his way to overhear his parents, but what he heard didn’t necessarily bother him. The strength of his parent’s marriage was out of his control. If they did split, he would stay with his mother. She was the more stable of the two and had never blurted out that his son was a robot.

He went off to college not because he was particularly enthused with continuing his education, but because statistically speaking, he would secure a higher paying job with a college degree. With a major in hotel management, and a demeanor better fitting a senior retiree, he entered university, wildly unprepared for the detour his life would take when he decided to be “social,” and go to a party.

It had always been said that he had a type A personality. On that cold night in September, two beers consumed, the air filled with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and hormones, type B was born.