Saturday, May 10, 2014

Prompt: No one said it would be easy…no one said it would hurt like hell…

Fire! Pain! Ice! Pain! Fire!

Allie screamed.

“She’s not integrating the neural nets. Please, doctor, put her back under. Giver her body more time…”

Ice poured into her arm, flowed up to her shoulder, burst all over her body, wrapping her in a bloom of cotton. She sank under again.



Hot pokers in her eyes, this time. Allie cried out, and a gentle hand pressed against her shoulder, a cool compress against her forehead.

“Try to relax, honey. Don’t cry – it will just hurt worse. I know, honey, I know…” The soft voice murmured encouragement and endearments that Allie had never heard. The soft touch soothed her wild panic. As she calmed, Allie thought about the pain in her eyes. At least it wasn’t all over her body any more.

“That’s right, honey, you’ve made a lot of progress,” the gentle voice said.

How did she know what I was thinking?

“That’s the neural nets, honey. Your thoughts go straight into the system.”

You can read my mind? All the time?

“For now, while you’re adjusting. We’ve had to monitor your progress. Your brain has to re-learn how to work everything. You’ve been such a brave girl. Your eyes were the last implant. Soon they’ll be online—”

You turned me into a robot? A monster?

The gentle hands stroked her cheeks, her hair. “Oh no, honey. You’re no monster. You’re better than human now. And no one will ever be able to hurt you again.”

No one? Allie thought about that. She started to think about some of the hurt from before.

The voice said sharply, “You can stop that, Alley-cat. Stop those thoughts. Don’t give them power any more. Push them out, or down. Build a wall, or shove them into the ground. You choose. You make it.”

Allie held the memory like a swirled marble in her palm. She turned her hand upside down, and the marble fell onto the ground. She reached down and pushed with her fingertip, until the marble was buried. She stood up and brushed her hands together.

“That’s right, Alley-cat. Good girl.”

No one ever called me that before.

“You’re my little alley-cat. The wild child. The unwanted girl. But I wanted you, Allie. I knew you were special. You’re the youngest person to ever take the neural nets. You’re going to be very, very special indeed.”


Dogs in House

Sarah McLachlin, Shine On

Time writing
30 minutes

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