Title: Sweeter Than Candy
Chapter 1: Runaway
Author: Ista of the Dreamers
Rating: G-PG . . . I guess
Disclaimer: (sigh) I never came up with the movie Artificial Intelligence, or the characters, though I wish I had...nope, never thought of it...darn
Stuff: ‘K, guys! A.I. fics are getting so serious! I think it's time we lighten up! You mean you've never heard of Ista's famous pair o' D's? :) heh heh-then hopefully, you're in for a treat! The usual: If you have any feeback/comments/reviews etc., they are greatly appreciated! I was actually surprised that I even thought of this, but anyways . . . I hope this makes ya laugh! And thanks for reading!

Sweeter Than Candy

Ever since David could remember, which wasn't too long of a time ago, come to think of it, he had wanted to be real. He had wanted to be as real as any other boy. There was something that real boys had that David did not have. Martin had it. Even Henry had it. It was the ability to do something great; something truly great.

Eat.

Ever since the dreaded (ugh) Spinach Incident, Monica and Henry had practically bolted the cupboards of food closed and put the food high up so David could not reach it. As if they were delighting in torturing him, they had not spoken about it since he came home from the mechanics. And yet there were so many things he wished to discuss with them. The sensation he had felt when he had taken his first bite was overwhelming. Food! To eat and eat and eat-THAT was pure bliss!

Even better, to be able to TASTE what he was eating was David's ultimate goal. How he longed to be real so he could try Monica's chocolate chip cookies and Henry's noodle salad without it killing him. The noodle salad might kill him anyway, but to be able to TASTE! What joy!

He had tried talking to his orga mother about his desires, but she would not listen, only laugh and threaten to take him back to his makers. He drew nothing but tongues with the crayons she gave him, and begged Martin to tell him all he could about the various cuisine in the world.

For a long time, David had been debating whether running away would be a good option or not. He might be able to find someone who could help him, maybe someone who could make him real. Yes! That's what he would do. He would gather up his courage and go on a quest to become a real boy!

David gritted his teeth in a mechanic-ahem-way, and sought out Martin, Henry's real kid. Martin was in the garden(as usual), playing with a rubber ball. Would the stupidity of humans never cease? David shook his head, sighed, and made his way to Martin.

“Hey metal freak!” said Martin happily, whacking the ball from left to right with his feet. “Here to declare me supreme god of the universe?”

David swallowed back his own insult and laughed Martin's away. “Actually, no Martin. I'm here to run away and I need your help.”

Martin put the ball down, looked like he was about to cry, and nearly tackled David to the ground with a giant hug.

“Anything I can do to help!” Martin said in a grin. “Anything I can do at all, just tell me.”

“Let go of me,” said David coldly.

Martin quickly jumped to his feet. “Of course! Whatever you say! What do you need? Money? Women? A sidekick?”

David paused. “God, no . . . But I do need some information.”

“Shoot!”

“Yes, I wish I could shoot you, but you see, I need to know how to become a real boy.”

Martin must have found what he said in the latter to be really funny, because he was soon rolling on the ground in a fit of laughter. He reminded David of a small black terrier he had once seen in the park. David was going to fetch Martin a bone to play with, but before he could, Martin sat up, still laughing.

“That's impossible!”

“What do you mean?”

“You can't turn into a real boy. You're mecha!”

“But Mommy read us a story about a puppet who turned into a real boy.”

“Yeah, but he was made out of wood!” Martin sighed and seemed to be thinking very deeply, which made his nose wrinkle. “Well, it's worth a shot.”

“I thought you didn't like shots,” said David, but soon, Martin was dragging him back to his bedroom, and he dug through a few piles of books, finally finding the one he wanted.

“David, it says here that in order to become a real boy, you have to find the blue fairy.”

“Okay,” said David. “Bye.”

“Wait!”

David turned around and sighed again. “What?”

“Do you want to be real so Mommy will love you?”

David thought about it. “Nope.”

“Then why?”

“I want to be able to eat.”

“Is that it?!”

“Yep.”

“Oh.”

“David?”

“Yeah?”

“You've been an interesting brother and all, and it's too bad you have to run away, but I won't be missing you.”

“The feeling is mutual, Martin. C'mon, Teddy.” David picked up the little bear again after he followed him around.

As David left the house, Martin screamed after him, “Go to the Flesh Fairs! They'll help you there! The Flesh Fairs!!”

End of Chapter 1

I'm not sure how many chapters there will be in this story, but it's just a fun project I'll continue working on and I hope to have more written in a few days! I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for reading this!
-Ista