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12: a Program 13 Short Story

  Copyright © 2012 Nicole Sobon

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

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  Please note that “Program 12” is a prequel short story to “Program 13”.

  It is not a full length novel.

  Program 12: a Program 13 Short Story

  “Relax, Twelve.” I leaned back in the metal chair, allowing Jessica to hover over me. I could feel my hard-drive lock into place, connecting my Program to the scientist’s computer. “You should be used to this by now.” She yanked on the leather restraints, securing them firmly around my wrists.

  I was used to this. Too used to this. But that didn’t make it okay; it didn’t change the fact that I suspected something was wrong.

  “McVeigh just wants to make sure everything is okay.” Jessica smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. “I promise.”

  I closed my eyes, unable to look at her any longer. I could sense that she knew today was different. Something happened during my evaluation. Something inside of me changed. Something that McVeigh didn’t approve of.

  “You don’t trust me,” I stated.

  “No, Twelve. That isn’t it.” Jessica forced a smile. “We’re just concerned, that’s all. In order to move to Level Two, McVeigh needs to know that your Program won’t malfunction again.”

  “Malfunction?” I scoffed. “He believes that my Program malfunctioned? Are your scientists that incapable of doing their jobs?” I tried to hide my anger, but failed. This place, this hellhole, was built on lies. And I was one of them.

  “Twelve, I’m going to need you to stop.” Her eyes darted towards the door; as though she were worried McVeigh would come strolling in at any moment. “I’m only trying to help you.”

  I ignored her.

  “I’m going to leave now, okay?” She paused, waiting for a response that would never come. “Alright then, I’ll see you after your evaluation, Program Twelve. I promise.”

  I listened as the door to the room slammed shut. The lights in the room slowly began to turn off, leaving only the glow of the monitors to illuminate the room. I listened to the humming of electricity as it traveled throughout my body. Each buzz sent me forward; a loud scream forced its way through my dry lips.

  I could feel the change in my mind, but not my body. The cold steel was on fire beneath my skin. Each volt of electricity clung to my insides. I wanted to break free of the restraints. I wanted to break free from the prison that I had been held captive in for so long.

  Something was awakening within me. Everything that I once was - it was slowly coming back to me. In bits and pieces, but it was coming back.

  “Program,” a voice echoed throughout the room. “Your caretakers will be here to retrieve you shortly. Please remain seated until they arrive.”

  The leather straps loosened on my wrists, falling off with a clank as the metal buckles slapped the steel armrests. I waited patiently for Jessica to stroll through the door. I could’ve easily walked out on my own; although I was sure I’d be met with McVeigh’s guards. And I wasn’t willing to risk that just yet. There was a reason that my Program had been altered, and I planned on staying around to find out why.

  “Twelve?” The heavy metal door opened up, and I could barely make out Jessica peeking her head around the corner. “Are you ready to return to your Pod?”

  I didn’t answer.

  “Program, your caretaker is speaking to you. Please answer accordingly,” a man’s voice sounded throughout the room.

  “Twelve, look at me.” Jessica made her way further into the room, leaving the door open behind her. My eyes met hers, and I could see the panic rising as she glanced me over. She knew. She knew that something was different. She knew that something changed during my prior evaluation. And she knew what would follow if I didn’t behave as expected.

  She leaned in so that her right cheek was pressed against mine. “We both know what will happen if McVeigh finds out about this,” she reached for my hand. “I’m going to fix this, okay? I’m going to try and find a way to help you before he finds out. I just need you to try and remember what is expected of you until then. Can you do that, Twelve?”

  “I can,” I replied. “But why would I want to?”

  “Because if he finds out that your Program has been altered, he will deactivate you.” Jessica backed away, and for a brief second, I could have sworn that I’d seen a tear escaping her eye. “And then what will have been the point, Twelve?”

  The weight of my body, which was compiled of computer parts, almost caused me to crash into the ground as I tried to stand up. Jessica extended her hand out to me. “Please?” She pleaded. “I’m only here to help you.”

  I allowed her to take a hold of my hand as she led me out of the room. The hallway was bright and quiet now that most of my fellow Programs had entered standby mode. “Where are we going?” I asked, careful to mind my tone.

  “To the Pod room,” she replied matter-of-factly. “Don’t worry, Twelve. Everything is going to be just fine.”

  I could only hope. “Thank you.”

  I could feel the eyes of the other White Coats locked on me. A walking freak show. A disgrace to mankind. A person trapped inside of a machine. I could understand their disgust because, like them, I hated what I’d become.

  I wanted to unleash my inner rage, to fight back against what they’d done to me. But I needed to remind myself that fighting back wasn’t going to help me escape.

  We continued down the hallway until we stopped in front of the Pod room. Jessica pressed the small, red button on the wall. “Program identification,” a computerized voice asked over the outside speaker.

  “Twelve,” Jessica answered. She loosened her grasp on my wrist as the large, glass panel slid open, giving us permission to enter. “Come now, Twelve.”

  A small, white scanner sat just inside of the doorway. Jessica scanned her security badge and then waited for me to follow behind her. I held out my right wrist so that the scanner could read my bar code.

  “Proceed,” a voice crackled over the intercom.

  “Come on.” Jessica grabbed a hold of my wrist and escorted me further inside of the room.

  “No.” I whispered, making sure that only Jessica could hear me.

  Jessica smiled hesitantly. “What do you mean, Program?”

  Just as I was about to attempt an escape, the door to the Pod room opened; in walked Charles McVeigh, flanked by Douglas Todd, his ever loyal assistant. “Program,” he nodded. “Jessica, why don’t you prep her for standby mode? Then, once you’re finished, we can chat for a bit.”

  I watched as Jessica’s eyes grew wide with what seemed to be fear. “Of course,” she forced a smile. “I’ll get right on that, sir. Program, if you’ll just follow me this way.” She gripped my wrist forcefully, indicating that now was not the time to fight.

  Not now. But soon.

  We walked past the Security Tube on the way to my Pod. I caught a glimpse of the boy behind the glass. His bright blue eyes were focused on me. I’d seen him before. A few times, actually. But never like this. I’d walked past his tube many times, but not once did I see who he was. He wasn’t like them. There was still a shimmer of life inside of his eyes. A small, but present sign of hope.

  “Twelve!
” Jessica snapped. “Into your Pod. Now!”

  I glanced back at the tube before turning my head to see McVeigh staring at me questioningly. I pressed my hands against the sides of the Pod, waiting for the system to identify my Program. The glass doors parted upon confirming who – or what – I was. I eased myself inside of the Pod, careful to keep my hands at my sides as I did so.

  I turned around so that I was facing Jessica as I laid back. My hard-drive clicked into place as the doors sealed shut.

  “Eight hours,” she smiled. “It’s only eight hours, Twelve.”

  Eight hours of pure agony.

  I was used to this. I’d done it so many times before. It should have been second nature to me. But it wasn’t. I could feel it now. I could feel the pain of the electricity rushing through my body. And it hurt.

  Relax, she mouthed.

  But the scream was already erupting from my lips.

  Jessica closed her eyes, and for a second, I could have sworn I saw her begin to shake. She was beginning to break. Because she knew what was coming. “No,” she whispered.