Prologue
I really wish I had the words to describe this feeling. But, sometimes, words just can’t sum it up. You just have to sit there and be thankful that you can feel that feeling at all.
What you are about to read is a warning: The human race is capable of many horrible things, and all of them could potentialy lead us to our breaking point. And, there us always a chance that you could never make it back.
I know what it feels like to have the world ending around you, trapping you like a rat. There is no escape.
But, there is prevention.
This book is not a mere prediction, or an idea, this book is what will be happening to your children, your grandchildren, and maybe even you, if we don’t take a stand.
The end is coming, and we have a choice:
Stand up and fight for what feels right.
Or. . .
Never feel again.
Part I
Denial
Chapter 1
I had to do this to them. It would make them happy. They deserved to live happy lives like the others.
I could lie to myself again and again, but I knew the truth: They didn’t deserve this. No one did.
“Halley?” I asked over my walk- talkie
“Stationed Parish.” Said Halley.
“Dara?” I asked.
“Stationed.” Dara responded.
They were all ready. It was time. I walked up to the girl. I had raised her for ten years. I had rescued her from a terrible fate. Only to put her right back into one.
“Jinx.” I said through the glass.
I watched a petite girl raise her head of her pillow and shake her mahogany curls out of her eyes.
“Hello, Doctor Parish.” She said calmly. I watched her face unfold into one of her glorious smiles. A smile I would never see again.
I examined her face. She was so innocent. She was so unaware of what was happening to her today.
Her face was alive with happiness. It was the purest and truest happiness I had ever encountered. Jinx Seeker was always so happy just to live another day. She always seemed so sweet.
But, I knew her other side. Jinx was powerful, savage even. But, that was something she hid.
I took in Jinx’s life-filled face: her livid green eyes. And her beautiful reddish brown ringlets running down to her mid back. I took in her ghostly pale skin that had been left untouched by sun light or fresh air for years. I took in her rosy cheeks and her full pink lips. And her smile-oh that smile could melt your heart. I starred at her. She was so alive. I always knew it couldn’t stay that way.
“Can I see Fox and Biana now?” Jinx asked.
It still disappointed me that Jinx was so interested in the children. She was so much more advanced than the Oracle twins that it was ridiculous. Why should she want to be around them? Those children. They were only as smart as normal teenagers. They were twelve years old, while Jinx was seventeen. They had the education of seventh graders while Jinx was so smart that she had been working with us Doctor’s in advanced physics. It amazed me that Jinx hadn’t grown out of Fox and Biana. They were left mobile to serve as playthings for her to boost her confidence in herself by showing how smart and talented she was in comparison. They were never meant to be more than the average human. I had expected Jinx to realize that by now.
I walked over to the glass door and pressed the small silver button that unlocked it. I braced myself for the reaction.
“What’s going on?” I heard Jinx ask, worry inflecting her voice. This was typical for Jinx. Whenever a Doctor entered a patients habitat odds were that there was something wrong. Jinx had been raised like an animal. . . in a cage-or more like a tank. Ever since her rescue she had been kept secludedly in one enclosure to avoid being diseased. All the education she had had, all the friends she had made, all the things that had entertained her, that had all been brought to her. She had lived and grown up in a glass tank. That was all because we couldn’t risk it. We couldn’t risk her. We still had to test her, and if she passed the test, if she thought her way out of this mess, we would know it was real. We would know that we had followed directions correctly. I had always thought that Jinx was the answer but, we had to test the theory. We couldn’t risk it.
I took the searinge behind my back and pulled up on the handle letting it fill up with the blue liquid that would knock her unconscious long enough for us to immobilize her. I took a deep breath.
“Specimen one down, Parish.” Dara gasped slightly over the speaker. She had probably broken a nail or something. Nothing else could leave Dara Zi out of breath. Primped as she may be, Dara Zi was tough, and since the tragedy, she had grown stronger than ever expected. “Shall I take him to station I?” I heard her say over the walkie-talkie.
“Check.” I replied. I still hated the lingo that Dara was making us use: check is yes. Slash is no. It was just so confusing. Too complicated for my liking.
I held the seringe in front of myself now, giving Jinx a view.
“No.” She whispered, horrified. “Your not doing that to me.” I could hardly bare to watch her face. Her eyes widened with fear and her mouth dropped open as if she were about to scream. I watched as she coiled her muscles ready to fight me off if she needed too.
That would have normally made me laugh. Jinx was destined to stay contained in her enclosure her entire life, and she had never needed to train for fighting, while, I, on the other hand, had had years and years of self-defense lessons to prepare me for prercisely this kind of situations.
I was taught how to fight savage beings for years.
But, I would never fight back more than I needed to with Jinx. She was the most unique specimine we had here at the station, and if she were damaged, the council would have my head.
But, even as Jinx stood there in frount of me, her muscles coiled, and her body positioned to spring, I knew she would do no damage.
I knew what I had to do next. I had made it clear long ago that I would never purposely hurt Jinx in this attempt at immobilization. I would have to attack her verbaly. Which was painfull enough.
I would have to tell her the harsh truth, I could lie no longer, especially if I wanted to get this done properly.
Finally, this was Jinx’s moment of truth. All lies died away here, and she would finally hear the thoughts that had floated around in all our heads for ever.
“Jinx.” I started. “We found you living outdoors. When you were seven years old. You were insane! With those other earth natives you now call friends. Ten years have passed, your almost seventeen years old. I’ve let you have ten years instead of three. I spared the others. You’ve been around on this Earth for too long. Spending time with those savages, Biana and Fox Oracle-” I watched as Jinx wraised his fist. She hated my dissaprooval of her friends- “Jinx you’re one of the oldest Earth-bound humans alive. It’s time for you to be immobilized.” I said. I couldn’t raise my voice above a whisper it was too painful. It was too much.
I watched Jinx get to her feet. Her smile had faded. She looked enraged, the same way she had the day we had taken her. Her hair fell to the the of her face covering one of her brilliant green eyes.
I remembered the day I had first seen her. It had been a miracle. I remember standing in the observatory glancing out of the vast skylights above me. Staring at the air filters that allowed us to breathe even though there was a dust storm outside that could poison lungs with their radio active gasses.
I had always known that some were accustomed to the toxic pollution. I was aware that there were savages out there in the world. I just didn’t know that they ever survived very long. From what I had heard their life spans could only last about fifteen years. They would breed as soon as they hit puberty only too keep the population going. Savages usually had their first children at around age twelve. They would have time to teach their offspring the basics of life and then. . . they would die leaving their kids to fend for themselves and follow their instints like animals would have if there even was such a thing any more. All animals were dead now.
I remember looking up at the sky light and than seeing it all as if my life was playing in slow motion. I remember hearing a creaking noise outside-someone climbing the ladder and than seeing the small dusty feet walking across the skylight. I remember putting on my gas mask and walking up on the roof to see the three naked children. Two pale blonde babies with blue eyes obviously twins and another a different looking girl with a wild look in her beautiful eyes. The girl had mahogany curls running down her bare back and cuts across her sun tanned arms and legs. She carried a baby in each arm, she carried them as if she were their protector. Their Mother.
I remembered Whispering to the children. Telling them that there was safety inside. Taking the twins in my arms and giving them to the waiting nurses, my fathers former colleagues. I remember how hard it had been to convince the one different girl to come to me. How the Doctor’s had demanded to take the child themselves but, how something had told me otherwise. Something had told me that I had to save her from the outdoors. She was mine.
I remember putting the children in the cleaning fluid and watching all the clear water turn brown from the dirt that had been attached to their skin. I remembered hearing the kids screaming because, the fluids stung their sun burned skin. I recalled thinking about how much damage the sun could do now that there was hardly any ozone layer at all.
I remember doing the tests. Finding out their ages and information. The babies were both twenty-four Months and the other girl was nearly seven years old. She knew her birthday it was two days after mine.
I remember questioning them. I remembered it all. I also remembered how smart Jinx had seemed. And, I remembered what my father had said before he had died about how he knew someday, someone would be born smart enough to fix the worlds problems. I remembered being sure that Jinx was her, the one who would fix it all. But, I remember knowing that she would never try to understand-let alone help, without her friends by her side. I remembered persuading the other team members to let her and her friends remain mobile until we saw fit. All of my wishes had been granted. Jinx and her friends had lived on mobile for ten years in our station. I remember what it had been like to watch her grow. I remember what It was like to watch Jinx care for and nearly Mother Biana and Fox. I remember what it was like to love her.
We thought of the three savage children as a ten-year-old’s because the first years of their lives had been pointless. They were the lives of outsiders who were against everything we did. They had lived the lives of outsiders who cared so much about the Earth they were willing to live a fifteen year life just so they could experience outdoors. I had always thought that a love of the Earth itself was even more vital to our plan.
We would immobilize Jinx, Biana and Fox and we would cross their brain wave frequencies. We were conducting an experiment. We had tried it before- intersecting the worlds that humans had created in their minds. This practice was often frowned apon though, because after being immobilized most believed that people had the right to create their own universe. And create and solve their own problems in their imagination. Therefore, the fact that they were detached from Earth really had no meaning at all. Human’s went into a coma like state and lived perfectly happy and content lives in their minds. Lives that they believed were real. Everyone got to live their dreams, as they slept on through the ages. It was the perfect reality.
The only problem was that not everyone's dreams were in agreement. Some people wanted differently than others. When you crossed the brain waves between people you, disrupted the perfect universe they had created. You brought in problems and crimes from the world of the other persons. Characters that existed in the minds of one person may not be welcomed by characters of another therefore they could be illiminated from the mind premise all together. In many cases people who’s brain waves had been inter crossed had ended up warring with themselves in their minds. And in these imaginative worlds lives of characters were sometimes so vital that a death could result in the death of the creator itself. Especially if the character killed had been the most vital character. The character that the creator had visualized as him or her self. The “Me” of their imaginative story. If that character was killed, so was the creator.
Crossing brain waves was always a danger. But, I had always believed that the lives that the three savage children had led had worked so harmoniously on Earth that they could be inter crossed peacefully. After all Jinx, Fox, and Biana had been together for as long as they could remember. They had never in my memory had an argument or disagreement that had really disrupted anything important. They had worked together well on Earth. Therefore I inferred that they would work well in the mental state. It was a risk. But, it was worth taking.
I looked up at the face of the girl who I had rescued, raised, and successfully experimented on for her entire life. At this moment I looked into the face of the girl who I felt as the answer to all our problems. I looked at the savior of our generation. I looked at her, I walked up to her, and I drove the seringe into the underside of her wrist. Watching the light blue liquid drain out of the needle and into her arm.
I watched her eyes widen with horror. I watched her open her mouth as if about to scream for help. And than I watched her fall into my arms. She was still breathing. . . but she was as good as dead.
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