I used Candy's replicator over the course of a day to replenish some supplies in my bag. Then, during the quiet hours of the night, I prepared to leave the orphanage again. This time, I knew I wouldn't return, and so did she. I held her for several minutes before she could bring herself to let me go.
"Be careful," she whispered in a voice choked with tears.
"If I were careful, I'd just stay here," I quipped as I caressed her face. "I promise, I'll do what needs to be done."
She nodded. After one final kiss, I hurried away from her alley and made my way through the shadows. I'd replicated some new, darker clothes, and a parka for my next destination. The dark side. If I did this just right, I'd be able to hop a transport directly to a storage unit at my destination, and that would be underground. I'd be safely awa
It's time... I look down the long hallway that leads to the outside world. I reach into my pocket for my tablet to confirm my orders... It's not there. I bite back a curse. This isn't exactly the most auspicious start to my mission. I don't even have my most important tool with me! I trudge back to Grandfather's office to pick it up, hoping that he has already left so that I can covertly snag it and still manage a graceful exit. No such luck. He's still in there, and now, someone else is with him. "...mean you didn't tell him?" "Of course not! Would you?" That's Grandfather's voice... tell who what? Something tells me they're talking about me, so I just pause to listen. "For
"Hey."I blinked and looked up. It had been several hours since I'd been thrown in here, and out of sheer exhaustion, I couldn't help falling asleep. No one was in the room except myself and Christa, so I looked over at her. "You talking to me?" I muttered.She quirked her eyebrows at me. "No, I'm talking to the rat in the corner. His name is Clancy."I looked around. There was a carcass in the corner that looked like it might once have been a rat. "Hmm... he looks more like a Gus to me."She laughed or at least attempted to. "Nice one... actually, I was talking to you."I nodded. "I figured, after your joke. So... uh... hi?"She nods at the door. "What do you think of our host? H
Once I had left the prison, I hurried down the hallway to a cross hall. Still empty. I had done my best to count the corners and turns on the way in here. I took a few wrong turns, but eventually, I found the entrance.There were guards here, of course. They gathered around a computer screen, watching something and snickering. I had to get to the door, but they would see me as I ran past.It was time for my diversion. Grabbing a handful of the pills, I hauled back, then chucked them as hard as I could into another hallway. They skittered loudly along the slick floor into the darkness.The guard station erupted. Several ran into the hallway, guns in hand, shouting about intruders. Only two remained at their station and they had their eyes riveted on the chase.I bolted to
"How long have you two known each other?""Since we were kids. Ever since he... started everything. All of this."Mirele... that was her voice... I was back with Mirele!"I guess you two are close, then?""Very... we're engaged.""You are? I wondered why you were always in here. I thought you were avoiding me... I didn't know he had a fiancee. He never told me."That was... Candy! She was here... wherever here was... but I had left her at the orphanage."Well, yeah... why? Does it matter?""Uh... damn, this is so embarrassing. We got... close. Really close. I pretty much tricked him into it
The room fell silent as Dr. Hansen told the others I was awake. Drat. No more spying. Of course, it wasn't like I could have stopped him from spilling the beans. I couldn't move at all. I waited through a long, uncomfortable silence, then I heard a fit of giggles. "Good grief, Mirele... take a breath, girl, you're turning purple!" "Toby... he's... oh my, I think I'm going to be sick." "No, just take a breath. Deep breaths, that's right..." While Candy tended to Mirele's panic attack, I heard the two sets of steps approach me. Something brushed up against my bed, on either side, then hands clasped around each of my hands. "Toby? Can you hear me?" Grandfather. I still couldn't
I heard something a while later, something that woke me up. I got the impression that it had only been a few hours. Evening, maybe. My time sense was still trying to do its job even after all the long weeks of recovery, and I knew it wasn't the middle of the day.I tried to wake up, but the medication was too strong. All I could do was lay there and try to figure out what was going on."Toby... I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry. I don't want to do it... I wish I couldn't... I wish... my dear Toby, please forgive me."The voice was so strained and broken, interspersed with hoarse sobs, I almost couldn't understand what he was saying. Despite that, I knew very well who it was. Grandfather. My poor, dear, broken grandfather. I felt worse for him than for myself.I had to do somet
I took the lift up to the observation deck, stepped outside, then looked around. I had looked everywhere else, she had to be... There she was. I don't know why I bothered to search anywhere else. More often than not, she was up here. Walking over, I stopped beside the bench, looking down at Mirele. In her long, flowing gown, she was a vision... but I couldn't bring myself to tell her that. She hadn't moved a muscle, hadn't looked at me, her eyes firmly fastened on the sunset. "Mind if I join you?" She shook her head. I sat beside her, looking out over the landscape. A year had passed since the tenth control key had been placed... and my nearly lifeless body had been dragged across the world to Central Control, where Dr.
I hadn't worked up the nerve to go into Central Command for several weeks... ever since the one short look I had been granted at my future home. A clear, horizontal glass tank with life-support equipment protruding from either end. I didn't like the looks of it at all, and it gave me the shivers to think about what laying in that thing would entail, but I knew that I had no choice but to come to terms with the idea. This time, however, the place looked quite different. I saw my tank, covered in sheeting, just waiting for its occupant. On the other side of the server sat a second tank, very similar to the first one. "What's this all about, Grandfather?" I asked as I walked over to examine the second tank more closely. "That... well, I'd rather explain it all at once, when the others arrive."