Shit gets fucky, quickly.

I blink once, twice, and shake my head. Memories rush into my mind. Looking around, the room I'm in is simultaneously familiar, and completely alien. I look down at my hands, and see the hands of a child. I flex my fingers, and marvel at the oddness of having such young and healthy hands. Rising to my feet, I take a closer look at the room. Almost immediately, I grimace at the garish color scheme painted on the walls, and the gold leafed, gem encrusted door. My focus turns, and I spot an odd machine that can best be described as a hospital bed stuffed inside of a glass cylinder, with random bits of wire and machinery mounted on. The whole contraption feels tacky, like my family is desperately trying to give the illusion of wealth. That idea is further strengthened when I recall that the education capsule before me is a low quality, mass produced unit. I begin to explore the room more, and find similar items, each one adding to the sense of dread mounting within me. I begin to feel nauseous, and the room begins to spin around me. Suddenly, the door to my room opens, and three figures walk in. One is woman dressed in extremely extravagant clothes. Her dress is made of a silvery thread, with gems sown in to create the pattern of flower blossoms. Another is a man walking without a care in the world, dressed in a professionally tailored suit. The final is a man walking behind the other two, who moves with a sense of understated grace and professionalism. His suit is well fitting, but gives an impression of a servant.

I stand and face the newcomers. The knowledge of who they are races into my mind, I greet them instinctively. "Mother, father, why are you here? You have before come to visit me. And Brian, I thank you for the help you provided in setting up the education capsule the other day. It was invaluable." The woman and lackadaisical man approach me, with saccharine smiles. The woman hands me a sheet of glass. When I accept it, a hologram, in full detail and color, appears. It shows the logo of an android manufacturing company on one half, and on the other a legal document. I turn towards my parents, a look of utter bafflement on my face. "Well son, I figured since you are now 18 years old, it's time for you to become the lord of the Banfield house. We've already gotten approval from the imperial court, and I know that you will do an excellent job as the Lord of the Banfield County. We will be moving off to the imperial capital after this, so you mother and I decided give you an android to as a servant. Pick whatever you want."

At my father's words, my stomach freezes, and I can only barely maintain focus on my surroundings. A sense of imminent doom fills me, and I can only distract myself by looking through the catalog of androids. On a deep level, I know that this is the last gift I will ever get from my parents in this new life, so I make certain to select the most overspecced android I can possibly get. I make sure that she will come loaded with the software needed to help me manage the territory I have inherited, as well as the physical capabilities to act as my bodyguard. With those to key elements taken care of, I begin designing her form and personality. I decide to give her a somewhat athletic body, while still possessing an appropriate jigglyness. Her black hair reaches her waist, and her steel grey eyes and severe face give an impression that she is a vicious bitch to her enemies, while a distant saint to her allies. As a bit of joke, I make sure that she is indeed a bitch to my enemies, but have be a loving, caring figure to me, and those close to me. I submit the order, but when I look up, my parents have already gone. I take a deep breath, and then side the tablet on a nearby table. When I turn to Brian, my face is set into a look of grim determination. "Brian, show me to my office, and bring me the financial records of the Banfield house."

He nods, then silently leads me through the equally garish hallways, and to a room that is so pretentious it almost hurts me. I take a seat the the stupidly massive desk, and Brian leaves to bring the records that so terrify me. I take a moment to collect my breathing, but know that it won't really prepare me for the shitshow that I, on a deep level, know is coming. When he arrives, his face is deliberately blank. When I receive the tablet, and look through the summary, my hands go numb, my face pales, and my consciousness begins to waver. Brian rushes to my side, and grabs my shoulder to stabilize me. The tablet falls to the table, and I slump in my chair. "How? How do we have a debt almost a million times our income? HOW!? That shouldn't even be possible! We shouldn't have been able to get the credit for the loans, but, wha, this doesn't make any sense!!" Abruptly, I step away from the table, and begin to pace furiously. "Okay, step one is to reduce the ongoing expenses as much as possible. That will reduce the debt we're taking on. After that, fuck, we have to find a way to get an income of some kind, no matter what it is." After a deep breathe, I approach the table once more, and pick up the tablet. I begin to look in detail at the ongoing expenses, and nearly ****.

"WHY THE HELL ARE WE PAYING FOR THAT?!?!?!?!"