Program 12 (a Program 13 short story) (The Emile Reed Chronicles)

  Program 12

  By Nicole Sobon

  “Program 12” is a short story prequel to “Program 13”, the first book in The Emile Reed Chronicles. “Program 13” will be available on August 27, 2012.

  Copyright © 2012 Nicole Sobon

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  “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 s
ee 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. “This can’t be happening right now.”

  I was supposed to remain still. During standby mode, my Program was to enter sleep mode. I shouldn’t have been able to scream – my body should have been asleep. But I did scream. And Charles McVeigh had heard me. There was no hiding the truth anymore: my Program, his precious Twelve, had been altered without his approval.

  “When did this happen?” McVeigh stormed over to where Jessica was and shoved her against the Security Tube. “Who did this?” he demanded.

  “I don’t know.”

  “Don’t you dare lie to me, miss.” He turned his head to glance over at me. I could see the hatred in his eyes. The fear of knowing I could very well destroy everything he had built. He gripped Jessica’s coat tightly and slammed her head against the tube. “I’ll ask you again, when did this happen?”

  Jessica shook her head. “Does it really matter?” She asked. “We both know what you’re going to do. Why don’t you just get it over with already?”

  He laughed and loosened his grip on her coat. “It was you, wasn’t it?”

  “Yes,” she stated. “It was me. Is that what you wanted to hear?”

  “Todd, come and help me over here, will you?” McVeigh moved his hand around Jessica’s throat. A menacing smile formed upon his lips.

  “How may I be of assistance, sir?” Douglas Todd folded his arms behind his back.

  “She’d make a fine Program, don’t you think?” he smirked.

  “A fine Program indeed.” Todd moved in closer and grabbed a hold of her left wrist.

  McVeigh released her to Todd, who tied her wrists with wire, and moved over to my Pod.

  “Should I wait, sir?” Todd asked, eyeing me.

  “No, no, you go on. I’ll take care of this problem on my own.” The way he stressed "problem", as if I were some sort of disgrace to the world, was a clear indication of what was in store.

  We’d been warned about deactivation. When my Program functioned properly, up until this morning, I would have done anything to make McVeigh happy. I would have listened to the threats of deactivation. I would have been scared of the outside world still. I would have done everything that was expected of me. But now, with my old life forcing its way back inside, I didn’t care about his threats.

  He’d killed me once already.

  What did it matter if he did it again?

  “It’s a shame really.” He moved to the side of the Pod and yanked out the power cord. “You really could have been something special.”

  McVeigh pulled open the Pod door. “You’re useless to me now.”

  “Is that so?” I asked. “Not that I truly care what you think.”

  He gripped me by my throat, pulling me closer to him. I wanted to scream in agony as he yanked my hard-drive out of the slot in my Pod. But I didn’t. I couldn’t dare show him that I was weak. “You were everything I hoped for when I took over this business. You,” he shoved his free hand into my chest. “You were perfect. Do you understand that?”

  “Yes,” I said. “I was perfect. But then you killed me. Do you remember that?”

  McVeigh removed his hand from my throat and walked over to the Security Tube. “Hayden?” he tapped on the glass. “Could you come here for a second?”

  The boy looked nervous. “Y-y-yes, sir. I’ll be right there.”

  He exited the tube and stood beside McVeigh, who was leaning against the tube, hands folded at his waist. “You’re new here, correct?”

  “Correct.” The boy glanced over at me and smiled.

  “Do you understand what we are trying to do here?”

  “I was told that we’re building a better society,” Hayden replied.

  “A better society?” McVeigh scoffed. “Here, at Vesta Corp, we aim to build a perfect society.”

  “By killing your fellow humans?” I countered. “Because that just makes perfect sense.”

  McVeigh lowered his hand to his waist. A black pouch hung from his belt loop. He reached inside of the pouch, and he pulled out a small hard-drive. “We can fix this, Program. We can exchange your hard-drive. We can act as if this never happened.”

  “I’d rather you kill me again.”

  He laughed. “Did you hear that, Hayden?”

  Hayden nodded, choosing to remain silent.

  “Well then, I suppose it is time to get this over with. Hayden, why don’t you fetch me the guards from the hallway?”

  “But sir,” he whispered. “Can’t we just erase her? Surely she’s still valuable.”

  “I believe I just gave you an order.” McVeigh hissed. “Either you fetch the guards, or you’ll be joining Jessica below.”

  I watched as Hayden exited the room, leaving me with Charles McVeigh. It’d be easy to kill him. It’d take a few seconds at the most. He wouldn’t be able to defeat me. I could take him out now and possibly escape this hellhole.

  Maybe I’d even be able to stop Vesta Corp.

  Maybe I’d be able to save a few lives.

  Maybe I’d –

  There was tugging on my lower back, and I could feel someone yanking on my hard-drive. I tried focusing on what was going on, but I could barely make out where I was. A pair of dress shoes stood in my line of sight. “Is if safe to transport her in her current state?” Someone asked.

  “She’s useless like this, I assure you.”

  Restraints were secured around my wrists and feet. “We don’t want anyone getting hurt now.” McVeigh whispered in my ear. His hand moved towards my lower back. He pulled on my hard-drive and for a moment everything turned to black.

  Something clicked in my back, and I could feel my body restarting. “What did you do?” I tried to sound threatening, but the words barely escaped my lips.

  “The last thing we want is for your hard-drive to be accidentally installed on a newer Program,” he smirked. “I changed it back to ensure we get rid of the problem once and for all.”

  “You piece of –“

  “Now, now, Twelve. Show some respect.” McVeigh slapped me across the face. “Guards, bring Twelve to the deactivation room.”

  The guards gripped my forearms tightly as they dragged me from the Pod room.

  I made eye contact with their newest monster. Program Thirteen. The poor girl didn’t have a clue as to what she was, or what they’d done to her. I could see it in her eyes. I could see her desire to satisfy Charles McVeigh and his servants.

  I remembered that feeling. I remembered wanting to be the perfect Program; wanting to do anything it took to live amongst the humans, because that was what I was created to do, after all. But I knew better now.

  I knew that everything they’d said, everything they’d taught us, was wrong.

  They erased our former lives and implanted new ones. They erased us in
order to gain control. That was all Charles McVeigh cared about: control. And he had control at Vesta Corp. He decided who he wanted for his next Program. He decided what we knew. He decided when we were no longer useful to the company. He decided everything, because as long as our Programs remained intact, we would obey his every desire.

  But I wouldn’t. Not anymore. Not now that I knew the truth. Not now when I knew who I was. I was Jocelyn Lawrence, a twenty-year-old resident of Seattle, Washington. I had a family: two brothers, a mother and a father. I had a life before they stole it from me.

  And so did she - Thirteen. She deserved to know the truth. She deserved to know what they’d done to her. I tried to push forward, to break-free from their hold, but it didn’t work.

  “You can’t control me!” I screamed. “I know who I am. I know what it is that you are doing here! I will stop this. Do you understand? I will find a way to get the truth out there to the others!”

  “I’m sure you will.” One of the guards laughed. “I’m sure you will.”

  They pulled me further down the hall, away from Thirteen, away from the others. We stopped in front of two large metal doors. “Program identification,” a voiced boomed over an intercom.

  “Program Twelve,” one of the guards responded.

  “And who ordered the deactivation?” The voice demanded.

  “Charles McVeigh ordered Program Twelve to be deactivated.”

  “Thank you.” A loud buzz sounded as the two doors opened up. “Program, please enter the room.”

  The guards released their hold on my forearms and shoved me inside the room. “Guess you won’t be spreading the truth after all, huh?” He smirked.

  I turned around to run after him, but the doors slammed shut before I could reach him

  The room was dark, and eerily quiet. I tried scanning for an escape, but the only way out appeared to be the same way I’d come in. And those doors could only be opened from the control room. “Shit.”

  “Hello to you, too.” A large monitor beamed to life across from me, showcasing an older man who appeared to be in his sixties. He wore a white coat, like the others, and an identification card that read Rupert Sounders, Head of Deactivation.