Isaac and Miette
Isaac answered his ringing phone.
"Hello?"
"Aww, I should be hurt. No call to wish me a happy birthday."
"Miette?"
"Of course that might be my fault, considering I didn't give you my number."
"Miette!"
"Oh I do like it when you cry out my name. Pity we didn't have a chance to do much of that... if you catch my meaning."
"You have issues."
"That's not a very nice thing to say."
"I can say worse things."
"Please do. I like a man who talks dirty."
"What do you want?"
"You. And a happy birthday from you. I'm twenty now, you know."
"Happy birthday."
"Such enthusiasim."
"Get what you're given."
"Or what you've taken. Speaking of which, how you like the little present I gave you?"
"Huh?"
"My tattoo substitute. Much better than an actual tattoo. For starters I'm the only one who can get rid of it."
"How did you do it?"
"Let's just say, I manipulated a few of the appropriate cells. I doubt a normal atom manipulator could ever do what I've done."
Isaac sighed.
"I wish you hadn't changed."
"Why? I like who I am."
"But I don't. It's not... it's not..."
"I'm not going to change myself for you."
"And the same in return. Miette... really... once you meant a great deal to me, but now you're just... a stranger. You're someone I wish I never met. You've become a monster and I'm not talking about the physical mutation either."
Miette was silent for a moment.
"A monster, am I?"
"Can you prove me wrong?"
Miette hung up. Isaac shook his head and sighed.