“What?” asked Zoey again, more slowly, as she struggled to sit up in her bed.
“There’s an inspector downstairs,” said Alice. “Flashed an authentic looking badge, and said that they wanted to talk with you. They said that Sean was killed last night.”
“What happened? How did he die?” started Zoey. “They couldn’t think that I…”
Her mother didn’t say anything except, “Just get dressed as fast as you can. They’re waiting for you in the sitting room.”
Zoey was somehow expecting the inspector to be a small man in a crumpled trenchcoat. Instead, the inspector was a slender woman with haunted eyes and wry lips. Standing behind her was a nondescript broad shouldered man in a suit. Was this going to be good cop / bad cop?
The inspector stood up as Zoey approached them. “I apologize for waking you, but time is of the essence in these types of investigations.”
“What type of investigation?” asked Zoey as they both sat down.
“I am Detective Maureen Fairborn, and this is my colleague, Walter Simmons.” She pulled a slim pad from her jacket pocket. “We’re here, because you were one of the last people to speak with Sean White yesterday.”
“Sean’s dead?” asked Zoey, her voice cracking as she said it. “My mother told me, that you said…”
“Unfortunately, yes,” said Maureen. “His body was found in the Wintermute Co parking lot, just a few hours ago. Apparently, he was working late, and as he was leaving, something attacked him.”
Zoey’s hands covered her nose and mouth as tears burned her eyes.
“By the look of the scene, something was trying to take him away, but he resisted. It’s possible that he was going to be taken like the others.”
“What others?”
“That’s right,” said the inspector. “You only came back to Earth the other day.”
“Yes.”
“It’s funny, because before I came here, I ran a background check on you. You’re clean, maybe too clean. The thing is I couldn’t find a ticket with your name on it for any arrivals for the past week. Explain that to me.”
“Well,” started Zoey.
“Now please.” The inspector’s voice was curt and authoritative.
“Okay, I didn’t take a regular flight home, but I don’t see how this has any bearing on the case.”
“I need to establish the exact time you have been on-planet. Now, who brought you to Earth?”
“I’m afraid that’s going to be hard to explain. My ride went back to wherever he’s from.”
“Mars?” asked Maureen.
“No.”
“Then where?”
“Further out.”
“Out? Out where?”
“As in outer space,” said Zoey finally.
“This is a serious matter,” reminded Maureen. “I don’t have time for jokes."
“You wanted the truth.”
“Yes, I did. Not some urban legend of aliens from outer space. Do I make myself clear?”
“But…”
“I don’t care if you’re some starchild hippie or Rick Daring’s assistant, I want the truth.”
“Daring? You know him?” asked Zoey.
“The story of the man who helped aliens and left with them to the stars. Everyone has.”
Zoey didn’t say anything.
“Look, this is fairly routine. Let’s not make too much of a hassle of it. Answer my questions, and I’ll let you go back to sleep.”
“Okay.”
“You knew the deceased?” started Maureen.
“Yes.”
“How long?”
“Since high school.”
“Did you ever sleep together?”
“No.”
“Did you love him?”
“I don’t see how that’s relevant,” replied Zoey sharply.
“Listen, kid, I decide what’s relevant. It’s called motive.” Maureen jabbed a finger at Zoey.
“But I don’t know any of these other people. You won’t even tell what’s been going on. This all feels like entrapment or something.”
“I know you’re clean,” said Maureen. “But something doesn’t add up with you and the stories you’re telling. What are you hiding?”
“I told you everything. You don’t believe me.”
Walter cleared his throat.
“Anyways, about the previous day,” said the inspector. “Was there anything he told you that was suspicious or out of the ordinary?”
“I wouldn’t know what ‘out of the ordinary’ is anymore.”
“Did he say anything to you that hinted that he was in trouble or needed help?”
“No,” said Zoey. “He told me that he was in charge of some project from the government and that he couldn’t talk about it.”
“I see.”
The questioning went on for an hour more. Zoey could feel the inspector’s redundant inquiries erode her mental well-being. All during the interview, Zoey could hear the emails piling into the inspector’s pocket pad. All she had to do was close her eyes, and she could read them.
After the inspector and her subordinate left, her parents started their own interrogation, but Zoey knew less than the police did. She made her way to her room, apologizing to her parents as she shut the door in their faces.
Zoey collapsed on the bed, drained again. Fatigue rushed through her body, numbing her. She was too tired to even cry. She buried her head in her pillow and tried to fall asleep.
After lunch, Zoey waited until her parents left the house to run some errands before going up upstairs to her room. There, she pulled a transparent plastic storage case out from under her bed. In it were her laptop and various other equipment that she had used back when she moonlighted as a hacker.
She cleared off her desk and started to set everything up. She could just use her enhanced mind, but Zoey wanted to know if she still had her old skills, and it would be good to see data on a screen for a change.
Her hands slid over the laptop’s stainless steel casing and spread it open. Her finger pressed the on button, and the touch pad lit up.
Zoey wondered if her neighbors ever noticed that she had hacked into their wireless network to bounce her signal off of. Apparently not, she thought as her computer connected without a problem.
It wasn’t hard to gain access to the local police station’s system. They were hardly the FBI, and who would want to hack into their system anyway?
This girl would. Zoey pulled up the files relating to Sean’s death. She examined the photos from the scene of the crime. It had happened outside in the parking lot, near his car. He was probably ambushed as he was about to leave. One picture showed a large claw mark raked against the side of his car.
What could have done this? Had someone done this to get to me, someone who had followed me to Earth? Zoey kept flipping through the pictures trying to find out. Unexpectedly, she came across a picture of Sean’s body, and Zoey physically turned away, unable to look at it.
Breathing harshly and feeling lightheaded, she exited out of the program without looking at it. She closed her laptop and walked downstairs. Feeling the need for fresh air, she stepped out onto the porch.
Zoey took a deep breath. As she exhaled, she happened to look across the street. There, in the daylight, was a strange-looking owl perched on one of the branches of a tree. Its metallic feathers sparkled in the sunlight. It stared at Zoey for a moment longer and then flew away.
“What the hell is going on around here?” Zoey wondered as she watched it disappear. It didn’t really matter right now.
There was a funeral to go to.
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Thursday, December 30, 2010
Friday, December 24, 2010
Only Human Chapter 2: The Tinderbox (Of A Heart)
It was strange to wake up in one’s own bed after being away for so long. Zoey rubbed her eyes as the sunlight from her sole window burned through her eyelids. Reluctantly, she dragged herself out of bed. The floorboards creaked as she made her way across to the bathroom.
By this time she finished and got dressed, she noticed that the house was eerily silent. Neither her mother nor her father seemed to be at home. She glanced at the wall clock, a quarter till nine. She made herself some toast and flipped on the television.
Television, and cable in particular, had gotten a lot stranger in the years Zoey had been away. Local news, on the other hand, was only more transparent than usual. As she flipped channels, she saw faces and fashions she didn’t recognize. The fact that she was watching something in English was surreal. Zoey was used to watching alien broadcasts that, if she were lucky, had English subtitles available.
“Look who’s up!” Alice and Harold came through the door, carrying some bags.
“Where were you guys?” said Zoey, turning off the television.
“We were just getting some morning air and picked up some things from the local grocery,” said Harold. He helped Alice to put the various items away. “What with us having another mouth to feed.”
“And what have you been up to?” asked Alice.
“Nothing, really. I just got up.”
“So,” said Harold. “What are your plans exactly? Are you going to be staying long or…”
“I’m not sure,” replied Zoey. “It’s all kind of new to me.”
“New?” asked Alice. “What have you been doing lately if not drifting around?”
“It’s complicated, Mom.”
“Why don’t you try and explain it to us then?”
“Because I don’t know if I can,” said Zoey. “I need to go. Can I borrow the car?”
“We’re in the middle of something,” started her mother.
“Here you go,” interrupted her father, handing her the keys. “Drive safely.”
“I will,” she replied quietly and left.
“Why did you let her go like that?” asked Alice as soon as Zoey was gone.
“Give her some space, my dear, or she’ll just run away again,” he said as he put away the groceries.
“Aren’t you the least bit worried? About what she could be hiding?”
“She’s our daughter. Would we love her any less?”
“It’s not a question of love,” countered Alice. “It’s our duty to make sure she’s not making some huge mistake. God, what if she got into drugs?”
“Have a little faith, Alice. She’ll open up when she’s ready. She’s just in a state of transition.”
“She’s always in a state of transition. She should have a steady job by now, and a boyfriend, and…”
“Life doesn’t always go according to a schedule. Sometimes, you just have to be flexible.”
“I hate being flexible.”
“Are you going to help me, or am I going to have to put these all away by myself?”
Zoey sat staring at the steering wheel in front of her. It was a strange déjà vu feeling, the distant instinct of driving. She had no use of the skill while she was on distant planets, pampered by Sara or public transportation. She could feel her mind dusting off the cobwebs as she turned the engine over.
She pulled out of the drive and onto the roads engraved in her memory. But the buildings around them had changed; the city itself had changed. Zoey watched in awe as if she was visiting the city for the first time. The stores she remembered years ago were gone, replaced by vacancy signs and realty ads.
Zoey’s mind was not focused on this. In fact, she was repeating over and over the speech she rehearsed on her trip home. In which she confessed to her parents. “I’m sorry,” she would say. “I’m just not categorically human anymore. I mean, can you have a conversation with a motherboard?”
She couldn’t even image what her parents’ reaction would be to this news. They certainly wouldn’t believe her, and she would have to prove to them that she was not insane, just cybernetically enhanced. In all honesty, she never mustered the courage to even see what the mysterious madman known only as Doctor Zeitgeist had done to her.
She soon arrived at her designation, an inconspicuous building covered with tall, reflective windows. A large sign with the embossed title, Wintermute Co., sat by the driveway. She pulled in and stopped to check in with the security guard. He waved her through, and soon, she found herself parking her parents’ car.
Zoey got out of the car, locked it, and made her way up the stairs to the entrance of Wintermute Co. After getting waved through even more security, she is met with a familiar face, Michael McManus. The man was a little older than her father and was clearly living well as evident as his round gut. His hair was more salt-and-pepper than Zoey remembered, and the 5 O’ Clock shadow meant long nights at work.
“Zoey, I hardly recognized you; you’ve grown so much,” he said as he shook her hand.
“You keeping Dad out of trouble?”
“Never,” he said with a grin. “How about you? Last I saw you, you were five inches shorter and just getting out of college.”
“This and that. Traveling some. I haven’t really settled into any one thing. How’s Kyle?”
“He’s off earning some degree. The poor lad feels like he’s got to prove himself. Do you know what I mean?”
“I believe I do.”
“My job offer still stands, by the way. Your father was one of my best employees, great at troubleshooting. I know you have your father’s knack for technology. In fact, I figured some day you and Kyle would be running the company.”
“That would be something,” said Zoey. “Is Sean still working here?”
“Sure does. Fine hardworking lad, he is.”
“How is he? We haven’t talked in ages.”
“He’s probably here by now, so why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“Well, okay, “ replied Zoey.
Michael led her down the hallway and into a noisy workroom. There, several technicians were diligently working on complicated machinery strewn out onto long tables. Miscellaneous wiring draped the table and coiled itself on the floor.
Sean White was few inches taller but the same age as Zoey. A little heavy set, he wore baggy clothes, with an unbuttoned plaid shirt over his t-shirt. His sandy blonde hair was growing long in the back, and the first signs of a beard were forming on his round face.
He smiled as he looked up and saw Zoey approach. They hugged awkwardly, fumbling with the right words to greet each other.
“How are things?” asked Sean. “You look good.”
“Thanks. So do you,” replied Zoey. “I see they’re keeping you busy.”
“Yeah, I’m managing supervisor now,” he said leading her over to a quiet corner. “No one else wanted it, so I got the job.”
“Congratulations. What are you guys working on?”
“To be honest, I can’t say. For the last year, Wintermute Co. has been filling government contracts. I’m not thrilled, but it pays the bills. It seems like forever ago that we were designing hard drives for Apple and apps for the latest toys.”
“Sworn to secrecy, huh?”
“Something like that. The strange thing is we only work on some small pieces of it. We’re never told what the whole thing is, so I’m not sure all the secrecy is worth it.”
“Maybe I’m a spy, here to steal the plans.”
“I wouldn’t joke about that here. Besides, I’ve known you long enough to think otherwise.” Sean took a glance around. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little less distracting?”
Shortly, Zoey found herself sitting in a busy bistro across the street. As Sean was getting them sandwiches, Zoey looked around at the little pockets of humanity forming around her. Zoey could only smile at the thought of something once so familiar was now so alien to her.
“What?” asked Sean as he returned with their lunch on a tray. “What is it?”
“Nothing, really,” said Zoey. “It just seems like ages since I’ve been in a café.”
“Is Mars that different from us?”
“No, Sean, not Mars.”
“Then where, Zoey? Where have you been?”
Zoey smirked and looked away. “What if I told you that beyond Mars, beyond the Solar System, there are galaxies filled with life?”
“You’re joking. Come on, aliens? Really, Zoey?”
“What’s so unbelievable about aliens?”
“Who can believe in little green men?”
“Most aliens are not little and certainly not green,” said Zoey before pausing. “Great. Now, I sound like Sara.”
“Who’s Sara?”
“She’s someone I met on my trip. She’s almost more of a mentor than a friend.”
“If she was such an influence on you, why didn’t you invite her back here?”
“The thing is,” said Zoey. “We kind of had an argument, and that’s why I came back here in the first place.”
“Not one you could forgive and forget?”
“No, though I might have been a little hotheaded at the time.”
“There’s nothing worse than when friends grow distant over time.”
They sat in silence, taking in what had just been said and what had been unsaid. Zoey urgently thought of something to say to break the dreaded silence, one thing in particular came to mind. No, no, do not ask him that, she thought. Definitely, absolutely. Not that.
“Are you seeing someone?” asked Sean, reading her mind.
“No,” said Zoey. “And you?”
“I met Sandra a couple months ago. We’ve really hit it off, and…” Sean continued to talk about his girlfriend, but Zoey no longer cared.
She just wanted to curl up in the corner until someone put her out of her misery.
The day seemed to drift by all too quickly for Zoey. Before she knew it, she was lying on her back, staring at the darkened ceiling of her room while trying to fall asleep. She kept thinking about what Sean has said to her when they arrived back at Wintermute Co.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he had asked. “I know when something’s bugging you.”
“It’s just that I have to tell my parents something, and I don’t know how to break it to them.”
“Break what to them?”
“About something that happened on Mars.”
“Well,” he said. “Whatever it is, Ms Mystery, it’s okay to tell them. They’re not going to stop loving you. I mean, I see them at Mass every week. They’ll understand.”
She believed Sean and already knew what he had said was true, but she did not have the courage to say anything during dinner, just enough to avoid starting another argument with her mother.
Zoey closed her eyes, dwelling on tomorrow. No hostages. No shootouts. No evil scientists. It wasn’t much longer after that she found herself asleep.
Zoey was in her parents’ dining room, having the same dinner she had hours earlier, only she had been chained to her chair. Her parents were talking, but she couldn’t understand them. There was a loud rumble that shook the house, and her parents instructed her to check the basement, even though she still didn’t understand what they were saying.
Zoey got out of her chair; the chains were now gone. She started down the stairs, but the stairs disappeared, and she fell into darkness. She found herself in a large cavern, not at all the sewer system she was expecting.
There had been something immense there, but it had moved on. Large tread marks led her to an area of remains, piles of wreckage of some kind. There was a skeleton lying there with red glass eyes that followed her around. She knew that it was sneering at her, if it only had lips. Digging through the mess, Zoey found a naked mannequin, or more accurately, pieces of it.
She turned it over to see its blank, smooth face. Except for its sharp green eyes.
Zoey awoke to someone shaking her.
“Zoey,” hissed Alice. “Wake up.” Though still groggy, Zoey knew it was bad if her mother was calling her by her nickname.
“What?” she managed. “What is it?”
“There’s an inspector downstairs,” said Alice. She paused, unsure how to continue. “Sean’s been killed.”
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By this time she finished and got dressed, she noticed that the house was eerily silent. Neither her mother nor her father seemed to be at home. She glanced at the wall clock, a quarter till nine. She made herself some toast and flipped on the television.
Television, and cable in particular, had gotten a lot stranger in the years Zoey had been away. Local news, on the other hand, was only more transparent than usual. As she flipped channels, she saw faces and fashions she didn’t recognize. The fact that she was watching something in English was surreal. Zoey was used to watching alien broadcasts that, if she were lucky, had English subtitles available.
“Look who’s up!” Alice and Harold came through the door, carrying some bags.
“Where were you guys?” said Zoey, turning off the television.
“We were just getting some morning air and picked up some things from the local grocery,” said Harold. He helped Alice to put the various items away. “What with us having another mouth to feed.”
“And what have you been up to?” asked Alice.
“Nothing, really. I just got up.”
“So,” said Harold. “What are your plans exactly? Are you going to be staying long or…”
“I’m not sure,” replied Zoey. “It’s all kind of new to me.”
“New?” asked Alice. “What have you been doing lately if not drifting around?”
“It’s complicated, Mom.”
“Why don’t you try and explain it to us then?”
“Because I don’t know if I can,” said Zoey. “I need to go. Can I borrow the car?”
“We’re in the middle of something,” started her mother.
“Here you go,” interrupted her father, handing her the keys. “Drive safely.”
“I will,” she replied quietly and left.
“Why did you let her go like that?” asked Alice as soon as Zoey was gone.
“Give her some space, my dear, or she’ll just run away again,” he said as he put away the groceries.
“Aren’t you the least bit worried? About what she could be hiding?”
“She’s our daughter. Would we love her any less?”
“It’s not a question of love,” countered Alice. “It’s our duty to make sure she’s not making some huge mistake. God, what if she got into drugs?”
“Have a little faith, Alice. She’ll open up when she’s ready. She’s just in a state of transition.”
“She’s always in a state of transition. She should have a steady job by now, and a boyfriend, and…”
“Life doesn’t always go according to a schedule. Sometimes, you just have to be flexible.”
“I hate being flexible.”
“Are you going to help me, or am I going to have to put these all away by myself?”
Zoey sat staring at the steering wheel in front of her. It was a strange déjà vu feeling, the distant instinct of driving. She had no use of the skill while she was on distant planets, pampered by Sara or public transportation. She could feel her mind dusting off the cobwebs as she turned the engine over.
She pulled out of the drive and onto the roads engraved in her memory. But the buildings around them had changed; the city itself had changed. Zoey watched in awe as if she was visiting the city for the first time. The stores she remembered years ago were gone, replaced by vacancy signs and realty ads.
Zoey’s mind was not focused on this. In fact, she was repeating over and over the speech she rehearsed on her trip home. In which she confessed to her parents. “I’m sorry,” she would say. “I’m just not categorically human anymore. I mean, can you have a conversation with a motherboard?”
She couldn’t even image what her parents’ reaction would be to this news. They certainly wouldn’t believe her, and she would have to prove to them that she was not insane, just cybernetically enhanced. In all honesty, she never mustered the courage to even see what the mysterious madman known only as Doctor Zeitgeist had done to her.
She soon arrived at her designation, an inconspicuous building covered with tall, reflective windows. A large sign with the embossed title, Wintermute Co., sat by the driveway. She pulled in and stopped to check in with the security guard. He waved her through, and soon, she found herself parking her parents’ car.
Zoey got out of the car, locked it, and made her way up the stairs to the entrance of Wintermute Co. After getting waved through even more security, she is met with a familiar face, Michael McManus. The man was a little older than her father and was clearly living well as evident as his round gut. His hair was more salt-and-pepper than Zoey remembered, and the 5 O’ Clock shadow meant long nights at work.
“Zoey, I hardly recognized you; you’ve grown so much,” he said as he shook her hand.
“You keeping Dad out of trouble?”
“Never,” he said with a grin. “How about you? Last I saw you, you were five inches shorter and just getting out of college.”
“This and that. Traveling some. I haven’t really settled into any one thing. How’s Kyle?”
“He’s off earning some degree. The poor lad feels like he’s got to prove himself. Do you know what I mean?”
“I believe I do.”
“My job offer still stands, by the way. Your father was one of my best employees, great at troubleshooting. I know you have your father’s knack for technology. In fact, I figured some day you and Kyle would be running the company.”
“That would be something,” said Zoey. “Is Sean still working here?”
“Sure does. Fine hardworking lad, he is.”
“How is he? We haven’t talked in ages.”
“He’s probably here by now, so why don’t you ask him yourself?”
“Well, okay, “ replied Zoey.
Michael led her down the hallway and into a noisy workroom. There, several technicians were diligently working on complicated machinery strewn out onto long tables. Miscellaneous wiring draped the table and coiled itself on the floor.
Sean White was few inches taller but the same age as Zoey. A little heavy set, he wore baggy clothes, with an unbuttoned plaid shirt over his t-shirt. His sandy blonde hair was growing long in the back, and the first signs of a beard were forming on his round face.
He smiled as he looked up and saw Zoey approach. They hugged awkwardly, fumbling with the right words to greet each other.
“How are things?” asked Sean. “You look good.”
“Thanks. So do you,” replied Zoey. “I see they’re keeping you busy.”
“Yeah, I’m managing supervisor now,” he said leading her over to a quiet corner. “No one else wanted it, so I got the job.”
“Congratulations. What are you guys working on?”
“To be honest, I can’t say. For the last year, Wintermute Co. has been filling government contracts. I’m not thrilled, but it pays the bills. It seems like forever ago that we were designing hard drives for Apple and apps for the latest toys.”
“Sworn to secrecy, huh?”
“Something like that. The strange thing is we only work on some small pieces of it. We’re never told what the whole thing is, so I’m not sure all the secrecy is worth it.”
“Maybe I’m a spy, here to steal the plans.”
“I wouldn’t joke about that here. Besides, I’ve known you long enough to think otherwise.” Sean took a glance around. “Why don’t we go somewhere a little less distracting?”
Shortly, Zoey found herself sitting in a busy bistro across the street. As Sean was getting them sandwiches, Zoey looked around at the little pockets of humanity forming around her. Zoey could only smile at the thought of something once so familiar was now so alien to her.
“What?” asked Sean as he returned with their lunch on a tray. “What is it?”
“Nothing, really,” said Zoey. “It just seems like ages since I’ve been in a café.”
“Is Mars that different from us?”
“No, Sean, not Mars.”
“Then where, Zoey? Where have you been?”
Zoey smirked and looked away. “What if I told you that beyond Mars, beyond the Solar System, there are galaxies filled with life?”
“You’re joking. Come on, aliens? Really, Zoey?”
“What’s so unbelievable about aliens?”
“Who can believe in little green men?”
“Most aliens are not little and certainly not green,” said Zoey before pausing. “Great. Now, I sound like Sara.”
“Who’s Sara?”
“She’s someone I met on my trip. She’s almost more of a mentor than a friend.”
“If she was such an influence on you, why didn’t you invite her back here?”
“The thing is,” said Zoey. “We kind of had an argument, and that’s why I came back here in the first place.”
“Not one you could forgive and forget?”
“No, though I might have been a little hotheaded at the time.”
“There’s nothing worse than when friends grow distant over time.”
They sat in silence, taking in what had just been said and what had been unsaid. Zoey urgently thought of something to say to break the dreaded silence, one thing in particular came to mind. No, no, do not ask him that, she thought. Definitely, absolutely. Not that.
“Are you seeing someone?” asked Sean, reading her mind.
“No,” said Zoey. “And you?”
“I met Sandra a couple months ago. We’ve really hit it off, and…” Sean continued to talk about his girlfriend, but Zoey no longer cared.
She just wanted to curl up in the corner until someone put her out of her misery.
The day seemed to drift by all too quickly for Zoey. Before she knew it, she was lying on her back, staring at the darkened ceiling of her room while trying to fall asleep. She kept thinking about what Sean has said to her when they arrived back at Wintermute Co.
“Are you sure you’re all right?” he had asked. “I know when something’s bugging you.”
“It’s just that I have to tell my parents something, and I don’t know how to break it to them.”
“Break what to them?”
“About something that happened on Mars.”
“Well,” he said. “Whatever it is, Ms Mystery, it’s okay to tell them. They’re not going to stop loving you. I mean, I see them at Mass every week. They’ll understand.”
She believed Sean and already knew what he had said was true, but she did not have the courage to say anything during dinner, just enough to avoid starting another argument with her mother.
Zoey closed her eyes, dwelling on tomorrow. No hostages. No shootouts. No evil scientists. It wasn’t much longer after that she found herself asleep.
Zoey was in her parents’ dining room, having the same dinner she had hours earlier, only she had been chained to her chair. Her parents were talking, but she couldn’t understand them. There was a loud rumble that shook the house, and her parents instructed her to check the basement, even though she still didn’t understand what they were saying.
Zoey got out of her chair; the chains were now gone. She started down the stairs, but the stairs disappeared, and she fell into darkness. She found herself in a large cavern, not at all the sewer system she was expecting.
There had been something immense there, but it had moved on. Large tread marks led her to an area of remains, piles of wreckage of some kind. There was a skeleton lying there with red glass eyes that followed her around. She knew that it was sneering at her, if it only had lips. Digging through the mess, Zoey found a naked mannequin, or more accurately, pieces of it.
She turned it over to see its blank, smooth face. Except for its sharp green eyes.
Zoey awoke to someone shaking her.
“Zoey,” hissed Alice. “Wake up.” Though still groggy, Zoey knew it was bad if her mother was calling her by her nickname.
“What?” she managed. “What is it?”
“There’s an inspector downstairs,” said Alice. She paused, unsure how to continue. “Sean’s been killed.”
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Written by J M Emmons. The story and all characters are copyrighted by J M Emmons.
Sunday, December 19, 2010
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Only Human Chapter 1: Heaven or Las Vegas
Dusk had just settled over peaceful suburbia, while automatic lampposts flickered on. As the occasional car buzzed by, there was no one around except for a stranger standing under a tree, one of many surrounded by cement. The rustling sound of trees and the far-off song of crickets were welcoming to her, for it was many years since she last heard either of them.
She looked skywards as an inverted falling star arched overhead. It would go unnoticed by the nearby populace who had forgotten how to look up to the stars. It was not so long ago that she, too, was among the stars, but now her feet were planted on terra firma.
She pulled her tattered denim jacket tightly against herself as she continued walking down the sidewalk. The night was brisk, and winter was not far off by the feel of it. She brushed back some of her redish-blonde hair as she gulped in some of the cold night air. The sight of a Seven Eleven made her pause, torn between temptation and her destination.
The newcomer stalked through the automatic sliding doors, pass the lone attendant hiding behind thick bars, and straight to the coolers lining the back wall. She grabbed a 20 oz. bottle and took it to the counter. She peeled two wrinkled bills from the inner lining of her pocket.
She could barely wait until she got outside before she twisted the cap and downed the drink. A heady mix of caffeine, sugar, and citric acid burned down her throat. She let out a satisfied sigh, and said, “Now, I’m home.” There was no one in particular around to reply to her statement.
It wasn’t much longer before she found the house she was looking for. It was a two-storey home, modest in appearance with a small satellite dish grafted onto one side of the house. The woman paused, almost knocking on the wooden door, before pressing the doorbell. There were muffled sounds coming from the inside of the house.
The door swung open to reveal a woman in her sixties with predominately grey hair. She wore a simple dress with a modest necklace with an even more modest cross at the end. Her aging face widen into a smile. “Elizabeth!” she cried out.
“Mother,” replied the newcomer at her doorstep. “It’s Zoey.” Before she could continue, her mother unabashedly hugged her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” asked her mother. “We would have baked you something.”
“I’m fine,” replied Zoey. “I had something on my way here.”
“We could have met you at the airport.”
“I took a taxi,” lied Zoey.
“Well, come on in,” said her mother. “Harold! Harold! Elizabeth’s back, Harold.” From the bowels of the house came a slightly overweight older man with thinning hair and grey highlights. “Well, if it isn’t our long lost daughter?” he said. “Come here, pum’kin.” And before Zoey could protest, she found herself hugged yet again.
Zoey’s mother, Alice, helped her out of her battered denim jacket. “You still have this old thing?” she asked her daughter.
“I happen to be fond of it, Mother,” Zoey replied. Harold showed her into the dining area. The refrigerator and the microwave were set into the wall surrounded by cabinets. Zoey sat at the table with her father. Alice took a frozen meal from the freezer.
“Wow, this place has not changed a bit,” said Zoey, looking around. “So, how’s everything?”
“Can’t complain,” said Harold. “Retirement’s nice, but you have to find something to do to pass the time.”
“Don’t let your father fool you. He’s been volunteering to revamp St. Joan’s website, and he’s a consultant at the local optimization company.”
“They finally going have someone update their site?” said Zoey. “Good for them. I’m glad you’re staying out of trouble, Dad.”
“Don’t listen to her, pum’kin. She’s had her hands full with the garden and all the laundry.”
“Lies, lies! I do no such thing,” remarked Alice as she placed the meal into the microwave. “So, what have you been doing all these years?”
“Yeah, how’s life on Mars?”
“Well,” started Zoey, looking into the palms of her hands. I accidentally got recruited into a madman’s human experiments and had my brain lobotomized, so now I can have conversations with computers. Sara, the woman who nursed me back to sanity, took me across the galaxy, and I saw many beautiful and terrifying things.
Zoey looked at her parents. “Nothing much.”
“That’s it?” asked Alice. The microwave quietly hummed to life.
“Nothing interesting, I mean,” Zoey added hastily. “I was living with my old roommate from college, and you know, had some job prospects. Did some temp work. Things not going so well there, with the embargo and everything.”
“The embargo ended a year ago.”
“Right, I meant before that,” said Zoey.
“So, what brings you back here?” asked Harold.
I had an argument with my best friend, the woman I owe my life to, over information that would have led me to the man who ruined my life. So, I did what I always do and ran away. That’s what led me to Mars in the first place.
Zoey cleared her throat. “Well, I missed you guys.”
“You could have just called,” said Harold.
“Which you never did,” said Alice.
The microwave beeped.
Soundlessly, Alice took the now steaming meal from the microwave and placed it in front of Zoey.
“I wanted to call you guys, but that ten second delay is creepy, and I couldn’t afford calling long distance, as it were.”
“It’s okay. Mom’s just joking with you. Right, Alice?”
“Of course, Harold. Elizabeth’s a grown woman who can choose to ignore the people who gave her life if she chooses to.”
“Mom, it’s not like that,” said Zoey between bites of a white clump posing as mashed potatoes.
“We understand, don’t we Harold?”
“I don’t understand why the two of you can’t just be normal to each other and say how much you miss each other,” he replied. “I’ll be in the other room watching the newscasts.”
“We’re women, Dad,” said Zoey as he rose. “We’re not normal.”
Alice sat down next to Zoey. “I thought he’d never leave. So,” she said with a certain look in her eyes. “Did you meet anyone?”
“Mom!”
“You should be thinking of starting your own family.”
“Mom, it’s none of your business if I’m dating someone.”
“You didn’t have an abortion, did you?”
“No, I didn’t have an abortion!”
“Well, I don’t know,” said Alice. “You seem so secretive today.”
“I am not secretive.”
“If you say so.”
“Okay, Okay,” said Zoey. “I did meet someone.” He’s part of an elite group of super geniuses. He’s familiar with every language in existence, and, more importantly, he’s cute. “He helped me through a rough spot I was going through.” Trapped on a dead planet. “He’s just funny and charming, and I don’t know.” He makes me forget that I’m a freak.
“So, when do we get to meet him?”
“I’ll get back to you on that,” said Zoey as she started to stand up. “My bedroom still there or did you make it into a sunroom?”
“Everything’s just as you left it.” Her mother hugged her warmly. “It is nice to see you again.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Zoey walked past her father who stared soundlessly at his laptop’s screen. She went up the carpeted stairs and found her room to be untouched for the last five years. Her bed was neatly tucked, and everything was cleaned off the floor. Zoey could barely recognize her own room.
She went over to her desk where her cell phone lay. Out of her pocket, Zoey pulled out a similar device for intergalactic calls, the personal line to the Brilliant 5. She set it on her desk and took the cell with her back to the bed. She flipped her cell open as she plopped onto the bed. It took a few seconds for the cell to turn on. During which, Zoey closed her eyes and gathered her wits. Her mind, strange and enhanced, could feel the data floating all around her. Unlike other planets, Earth’s data was crowded, disorganized, and almost chaotic.
Zoey reined in her senses and focused on her cell phone as it started to download her emails. In her mind’s eye were flashes of the email speeding into her inbox. Like her mental training, Zoey tried reading and sorting them as a normal person would with a computer screen. And for a time, she accomplished it, until the weight of the incoming emails became too much for her mind.
Realizing this, Zoey furrowed her brow in concentration. She started pushing the data out of her mind, before she became overrun with it. She exerted all the willpower she could muster in raising her guard and shutting out all of the data around her. She finally managed this small feat and felt utterly drained.
She looked down at the cell phone. Anger and frustration suddenly seized her through the weariness, and she tossed the cell down. It bounced off the bed and slid across the floor. With the floodgates opened, a surge of emotions twisted in her chest.
Zoey, exhausted and lonely, cried. She started to smother her face in the sheets to dry her eyes and to muffle her sobbing from her parents below.
Click here to read Chapter 2
Written by J M Emmons. The story and all characters are copyrighted by J M Emmons.
She looked skywards as an inverted falling star arched overhead. It would go unnoticed by the nearby populace who had forgotten how to look up to the stars. It was not so long ago that she, too, was among the stars, but now her feet were planted on terra firma.
She pulled her tattered denim jacket tightly against herself as she continued walking down the sidewalk. The night was brisk, and winter was not far off by the feel of it. She brushed back some of her redish-blonde hair as she gulped in some of the cold night air. The sight of a Seven Eleven made her pause, torn between temptation and her destination.
The newcomer stalked through the automatic sliding doors, pass the lone attendant hiding behind thick bars, and straight to the coolers lining the back wall. She grabbed a 20 oz. bottle and took it to the counter. She peeled two wrinkled bills from the inner lining of her pocket.
She could barely wait until she got outside before she twisted the cap and downed the drink. A heady mix of caffeine, sugar, and citric acid burned down her throat. She let out a satisfied sigh, and said, “Now, I’m home.” There was no one in particular around to reply to her statement.
It wasn’t much longer before she found the house she was looking for. It was a two-storey home, modest in appearance with a small satellite dish grafted onto one side of the house. The woman paused, almost knocking on the wooden door, before pressing the doorbell. There were muffled sounds coming from the inside of the house.
The door swung open to reveal a woman in her sixties with predominately grey hair. She wore a simple dress with a modest necklace with an even more modest cross at the end. Her aging face widen into a smile. “Elizabeth!” she cried out.
“Mother,” replied the newcomer at her doorstep. “It’s Zoey.” Before she could continue, her mother unabashedly hugged her.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?” asked her mother. “We would have baked you something.”
“I’m fine,” replied Zoey. “I had something on my way here.”
“We could have met you at the airport.”
“I took a taxi,” lied Zoey.
“Well, come on in,” said her mother. “Harold! Harold! Elizabeth’s back, Harold.” From the bowels of the house came a slightly overweight older man with thinning hair and grey highlights. “Well, if it isn’t our long lost daughter?” he said. “Come here, pum’kin.” And before Zoey could protest, she found herself hugged yet again.
Zoey’s mother, Alice, helped her out of her battered denim jacket. “You still have this old thing?” she asked her daughter.
“I happen to be fond of it, Mother,” Zoey replied. Harold showed her into the dining area. The refrigerator and the microwave were set into the wall surrounded by cabinets. Zoey sat at the table with her father. Alice took a frozen meal from the freezer.
“Wow, this place has not changed a bit,” said Zoey, looking around. “So, how’s everything?”
“Can’t complain,” said Harold. “Retirement’s nice, but you have to find something to do to pass the time.”
“Don’t let your father fool you. He’s been volunteering to revamp St. Joan’s website, and he’s a consultant at the local optimization company.”
“They finally going have someone update their site?” said Zoey. “Good for them. I’m glad you’re staying out of trouble, Dad.”
“Don’t listen to her, pum’kin. She’s had her hands full with the garden and all the laundry.”
“Lies, lies! I do no such thing,” remarked Alice as she placed the meal into the microwave. “So, what have you been doing all these years?”
“Yeah, how’s life on Mars?”
“Well,” started Zoey, looking into the palms of her hands. I accidentally got recruited into a madman’s human experiments and had my brain lobotomized, so now I can have conversations with computers. Sara, the woman who nursed me back to sanity, took me across the galaxy, and I saw many beautiful and terrifying things.
Zoey looked at her parents. “Nothing much.”
“That’s it?” asked Alice. The microwave quietly hummed to life.
“Nothing interesting, I mean,” Zoey added hastily. “I was living with my old roommate from college, and you know, had some job prospects. Did some temp work. Things not going so well there, with the embargo and everything.”
“The embargo ended a year ago.”
“Right, I meant before that,” said Zoey.
“So, what brings you back here?” asked Harold.
I had an argument with my best friend, the woman I owe my life to, over information that would have led me to the man who ruined my life. So, I did what I always do and ran away. That’s what led me to Mars in the first place.
Zoey cleared her throat. “Well, I missed you guys.”
“You could have just called,” said Harold.
“Which you never did,” said Alice.
The microwave beeped.
Soundlessly, Alice took the now steaming meal from the microwave and placed it in front of Zoey.
“I wanted to call you guys, but that ten second delay is creepy, and I couldn’t afford calling long distance, as it were.”
“It’s okay. Mom’s just joking with you. Right, Alice?”
“Of course, Harold. Elizabeth’s a grown woman who can choose to ignore the people who gave her life if she chooses to.”
“Mom, it’s not like that,” said Zoey between bites of a white clump posing as mashed potatoes.
“We understand, don’t we Harold?”
“I don’t understand why the two of you can’t just be normal to each other and say how much you miss each other,” he replied. “I’ll be in the other room watching the newscasts.”
“We’re women, Dad,” said Zoey as he rose. “We’re not normal.”
Alice sat down next to Zoey. “I thought he’d never leave. So,” she said with a certain look in her eyes. “Did you meet anyone?”
“Mom!”
“You should be thinking of starting your own family.”
“Mom, it’s none of your business if I’m dating someone.”
“You didn’t have an abortion, did you?”
“No, I didn’t have an abortion!”
“Well, I don’t know,” said Alice. “You seem so secretive today.”
“I am not secretive.”
“If you say so.”
“Okay, Okay,” said Zoey. “I did meet someone.” He’s part of an elite group of super geniuses. He’s familiar with every language in existence, and, more importantly, he’s cute. “He helped me through a rough spot I was going through.” Trapped on a dead planet. “He’s just funny and charming, and I don’t know.” He makes me forget that I’m a freak.
“So, when do we get to meet him?”
“I’ll get back to you on that,” said Zoey as she started to stand up. “My bedroom still there or did you make it into a sunroom?”
“Everything’s just as you left it.” Her mother hugged her warmly. “It is nice to see you again.”
“Thanks, Mom.” Zoey walked past her father who stared soundlessly at his laptop’s screen. She went up the carpeted stairs and found her room to be untouched for the last five years. Her bed was neatly tucked, and everything was cleaned off the floor. Zoey could barely recognize her own room.
She went over to her desk where her cell phone lay. Out of her pocket, Zoey pulled out a similar device for intergalactic calls, the personal line to the Brilliant 5. She set it on her desk and took the cell with her back to the bed. She flipped her cell open as she plopped onto the bed. It took a few seconds for the cell to turn on. During which, Zoey closed her eyes and gathered her wits. Her mind, strange and enhanced, could feel the data floating all around her. Unlike other planets, Earth’s data was crowded, disorganized, and almost chaotic.
Zoey reined in her senses and focused on her cell phone as it started to download her emails. In her mind’s eye were flashes of the email speeding into her inbox. Like her mental training, Zoey tried reading and sorting them as a normal person would with a computer screen. And for a time, she accomplished it, until the weight of the incoming emails became too much for her mind.
Realizing this, Zoey furrowed her brow in concentration. She started pushing the data out of her mind, before she became overrun with it. She exerted all the willpower she could muster in raising her guard and shutting out all of the data around her. She finally managed this small feat and felt utterly drained.
She looked down at the cell phone. Anger and frustration suddenly seized her through the weariness, and she tossed the cell down. It bounced off the bed and slid across the floor. With the floodgates opened, a surge of emotions twisted in her chest.
Zoey, exhausted and lonely, cried. She started to smother her face in the sheets to dry her eyes and to muffle her sobbing from her parents below.
Click here to read Chapter 2
Written by J M Emmons. The story and all characters are copyrighted by J M Emmons.
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