Twenty-six.

"Roman, what's the name of this!" my mom asks on the phone, she wasn't yelling, but she sounded mad, like extremely angry, she's only ever this calm when she's extremely pissed, mission completed.

"I did nothing mother" I reply trying my best to keep my poker face, it was hard not to smile a naughty smile, well I did that, but my voice was very calm and even, that I was proud of.

"I saw your resignation, Roman, if this is about the money, we all know you can have a raise, or maybe two" she says trying to talk me into staying, well if I was anyone else, I'd stay. But I'm their son, I don't need my job, I already have a trust fund to make me live a very comfortable life for a very long time.

"You know it's not about money" I tell my dearest mother, it was never about the money, I have that, it's about the companionship.

"You want new robots? I'll get you as many as you want" she says, she knows it's that what I used to want back when I was just a boy, but not right now.

"That won't