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I woke up.
My mind was extremely foggy. As the cloudiness slowly faded, I realized I was sitting in a chair. My wrists were bound to it with zip ties. The environment only needed a single bright light from above. Instead it was a very simple, small room. Another chair sat across from me. Someone was in it.
“You sure take a long time to recover from the sedative.”
I stared at the man. He wore very nondescript jeans and a grey button up shirt. I resisted the urge to say something useless like “let me go!” or “what do you think you’re doing?” Instead I didn’t want to give them anything - no information on who I was, on Dad’s work, or anything that would give them reason to get rough with me.
“I’m going to cut to the chase Matt,” the man said. “You have something we want. You have information.”
“I doubt it,” I said. “I’m not an engineer. I understand basic things with the graphs and data my Dad is looking at, but I don’t understand it.”
The man didn’t make a very visible response. It was a good lie - because it wasn’t a lie at all. I didn’t understand it well. Even telling them the whole truth, It was doubtful I had enough information to tell them what they wanted. Dad always had said that the best most convincing lies were the ones that were genuine. Mom never liked when he taught lessons like that.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t have what you want. So let’s skip this, and get to the part where you use me as a hostage to try to get my Dad to fork over the actual useful information.”
The man smiled. Gosh that was creepy.
“No Matt,” the man said, “I don’t think so. I don’t think your Dad has the information we want.”
I was silent.
“Matt, you’re in high school.”
“...yes?”
“I assume you’ve studied history.”
“Yeah.”
“Perhaps you are familiar with the idea of a primary and secondary source.”
“Yes.”
“So you see Matt,” the man said, “secondary sources, as you are aware, are quite helpful - but they are subject to bias, misreporting, flaws in the technology used to pass them on… etc. No, what is much better, is a primary source… to be able to have an eyewitness account.”
A wave of dread passed over me. They knew that Ashley and I had this strange anomaly with the virus. They wanted to know it - firsthand. We were not a ransom - probably. We were the true prize they wanted.
I once again had to stop myself from saying something stupid like “you’ll have to fight to get a needle in me!” I couldn’t fight. I was restrained. They could get as much blood or saliva out of me as they wanted. A new thought came to my mind though.
“If you try to get something out of me, I’ll bite you.”
“I really would hate becoming one of you,” the man admitted, “but I’d be willing to take that risk - or more accurately, someone else would make that risk. But we have nice thick rubber gloves for that - and biting us would just give us a saliva sample from you anyway.”
My strong will to fight their intentions was crumbling away. I was in their power. They could kill me, get all the samples they wanted from me. I had no bargaining power in this situation. I couldn’t stop them - at least right now.
“If I give you a sample willingly,” I said, “will you let Ashley and I go?”
The man crossed his legs - it was in such a relaxed manner, like he was thinking about some news article he was reading - it was infuriating.
“You don’t seem to understand this Matt.”
“I understand that you’re trying to take advantage of whatever’s in our genes to do awful, awful things.”
“Hm,” the man hummed. “History maybe, but science apparently not - as in, something you are proficient in. Not your genes Matt, but the virus that lives in you. And you’re making me out to be a cartoon supervillain. Real people are not supervillains Matt.”
“Yeah,” I said, “you don’t even have a rocket ship.”
“We’ve done some work on Orbital Reef, but that’s besides the point. Let me tell you what I’m pushing for here. Your father is a brilliant engineer. He was part of the team that developed that first wave of cancer treatments - and he specifically had the organizational skills to gather all of it together, to make the data readable, understandable. Without him the treatment never would have developed to its far more effective successors. I have great respect for him.”
“And?”
“However,” the man said, “he is cautious - cautious to a paralyzing point. He is of a school of thought that there are certain areas of genetics we just do not touch, or at least go very, very slowly. Did you know that we’ve had the technology to cure Alzheimer's disease, Down Syndrome, and Cystic Fibrosis for decades now?”
I was quiet. “No,” I finally answered.
“Well we do. As is visible by your appearance, our genetics technology is more advanced than we may have even realized. Despite this however, we do not pursue the curing of things like Alzheimers, or other awful genetic diseases. Our ability to fight cancers of all kinds is hindered. Do you know why?”
I gave no response.
“Because people like Lucas Hewitt refuse to enter that territory. Many people, civil, military, and government all fear it.”
“It’s because you don’t know how to control it.”
“And have we known how to do that with any emerging technologies? Have you seen pictures or video of the first airplanes? It was a miracle those shoddy things got into the air. Imagine if we had looked at the things, and said that it was just too dangerous, and we should wait at least a good thirty years before we try again.”
I was silent.
“And that’s what has happened here Matt. We could’ve started flying those airplanes decades ago - and by now we would’ve been on the Moon. We got into the air and into space because there were people like me, pilots and astronauts, who were willing to push forward and take risks, while men like your father, as well intentioned as they are, try to hold us back.”
“But this isn’t an airplane,” I said, “and you aren’t the actual one taking the risk.”
“True,” the man clasped his fingers. “I am not taking the risk. But someone has to eventually. Isn’t much of a moonwalk if no one is wearing the suit.”
“You are talking about people.”
“I am talking,” the man said, “about things that can do amazing things for people. There are people who have to make sacrifices for technology. Who have to put themselves on the top of a rocket. In the end, their risk benefits everyone.”
“It seems far less honorable when you’re forcing the person to ride on your rocket.”
“Who said anything about forcing?” the man said. “There are people out there that are willing to take the risks. Governments don’t allow them though. It is extremely unfortunate. People struggling with these awful diseases are not being helped, all because of fear.”
“They don’t want to make it worse.”
“And what if it makes one person have a worse case?” The man mused. “What if two, three, or twenty, but then ultimately leads to millions of people being freed from awful diseases that impair their quality of life, or even their very mind.”
“You are making a needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few argument,” I said. “And I find that very unnerving.”
“So,” the man said, “it is better for us to protect one person, make sure they don’t have any risk posed to them, when hundreds of children are born with life altering diseases? When countless elderly people slowly lose memory of the people they love the most?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“This is a sad truth to swallow Matt,” the man said, “because the fact is, every technology has had so many unpleasant things with it. Railroads changed our country, but destroyed the Native American way of life. The industrial revolution along with it built our whole modern society, but it was powered by child labor, by opression of women and minorities… “
“And you’re trying to tell me that was necessary,” I said flatly, my disgust not very hidden.
“Not necessary,” he said, “but we can’t deny that it happened. If someone who was willing to take the risk dies from an attempt to cure an awful disease, that will be minute compared to other awful things that had to happen in the history of technology.”
The man did not continue.
“So that’s it there,” I said. “You’ve told me your secret evil plan?”
“Gosh,” the man said, “the way you talk makes it sound like you grew up watching cartoons from the 1980s or something. Few things are so black and white. I take offense at you calling a plan to eliminate awful diseases with elusive cures ‘evil.’”
“You say that,” I said, “how can I be exactly sure that it won’t be used for things that are far less noble?”
“Well you can be sure,” the man said, “it will be used for awful things. Not by me. I have no interest in that. But technology always has been used in poor ways. And anyway, you call it ‘my secret plan’ - but I’ve hardly made my thoughts a secret. Your father… he did not like me. The execs at Generation seemed to - or at least they wanted to use me. I’m glad that I’m off on my own now.”
“So you’re not working with Generation?”
“Generation is dead Matt,” the man said, “But no, I’m not affiliated with the suits at Generation. They just wanted money. Your father wants a cure for this. He can play around with that, I don’t care - but I want his data.”
“I thought you only wanted the samples from us.”
“That too, but the data - his library of how everything with the virus is organized…it is very, very very helpful. Even with it, it's still difficult, as the virus mutates, ruining old directories…”
“Okay,” I said, “if this is what you want, if we give you a sample, and then negotiate for my Dad to get you the data, will you let us go?”
The man stroked his thumb slightly on his subtle bearded jawline. “No.”
“Why?” I asked. “That’s everything that you want.”
“No,” he said, “not really. That data would be super useful, but not without a subject.”
I trembled. “Why… why can’t you just take a sample from us, and put it in someone else?”
The man’s face contorted a bit, seeming to show he was thinking things out.
“The issue is… the virus will sometimes sort of… die when we’ve done this. Yes, with help from Melina working at your father’s little lab, it was very easy to get a bit of the virus from you - but it never retains that high level of activity it does in you - like there’s a power loss or something.”
“So you don’t care if I’m willing to comply,” I said.
“Correct.”
“So why are you telling me all this?”
“Well,” the man said, “I don’t believe I’m invincible. If this ever ends poorly, I’d like to have the people who testify against me in court paint the proper picture of me. I hope however, that it won’t come to that.”
The man stood up from his chair.
“I’m Seth by the way,” he said. “Judging by your demeanor however, you probably prefer Skeletor or something.”
“No,” I said, “Seth is fitting. Sounds a lot like Set - the Egyptian god of chaos - that is, the thing you’ll unleash if you continue in this.”
“Rather harsh,” Seth said, “but I’m impressed with your knowledge. You were far more interesting to discuss this with than Ashley - ultimately still disappointing in the end however.”
“I suppose you wanted me to join your scheme or whatever?”
“I was hoping… perhaps you might convince your father to work with me. Seems not.”
“Definitely not.”
“Well then,” Seth said, “we’ll have to go a different way with this then.”
Seth left me alone. For a while I sat there, stewing over what he’d said. If I convinced him to let me call Dad, I could at least try to communicate what was going on. If it came to it… we could maybe work out some way to get them to let us go, if I got Dad to agree to something.
A woman came in - Melina.
“B**ch,” I said to her.
She briefly was still in the doorway. I was not a person who swore - and despite my anger at her, the curse still felt weird living my mouth.
She pulled my arms behind me, and the zip ties slid across the arms of the chair where they met in the back. She then put on another zip tie behind me, tightened it some, cut the two that held me to the chair, and then tightened the zip tie all the way.
I got ready to kick her away and try to escape - but a man came in, noticeably taller than I was, and grabbed one of my arms firmly. He silently turned to show a gun holster on his hip. I got the message, and didn’t resist as they blindfolded me, and then led me out of the room.
Several minutes of walking and turning later, I finally had the blindfold taken off. I saw Ashley in the middle of a room with a hard carpeted floor. I wanted to reach out to her, but I was still bound.
I looked around the room, and two things stood out prominently to me - two dog beds.
“Seriously?” I said.
“Seth,” the man said, “doesn’t have a very high opinion of you guys. I think though he mostly thought it would be funny.”
“Seth is a jacka**.”
“I won’t disagree with you on that one.” the man said, chuckling slightly.
He cut my zip ties.
I spun around, and swung at -
AUGHHH!!
An electric shock unlike anything I’d ever felt pounded through me, and a moment later, I was able to concentrate enough to realize that I was on the floor, panting hard. That was not a gun.
“Remember that dog boy,” the man said, “and Melina has one as well.”
And with that, they left us. I barely had the energy to drag myself over to the dog bed, and collapse.
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My mind was extremely foggy. As the cloudiness slowly faded, I realized I was sitting in a chair. My wrists were bound to it with zip ties. The environment only needed a single bright light from above. Instead it was a very simple, small room. Another chair sat across from me. Someone was in it.
“You sure take a long time to recover from the sedative.”
I stared at the man. He wore very nondescript jeans and a grey button up shirt. I resisted the urge to say something useless like “let me go!” or “what do you think you’re doing?” Instead I didn’t want to give them anything - no information on who I was, on Dad’s work, or anything that would give them reason to get rough with me.
“I’m going to cut to the chase Matt,” the man said. “You have something we want. You have information.”
“I doubt it,” I said. “I’m not an engineer. I understand basic things with the graphs and data my Dad is looking at, but I don’t understand it.”
The man didn’t make a very visible response. It was a good lie - because it wasn’t a lie at all. I didn’t understand it well. Even telling them the whole truth, It was doubtful I had enough information to tell them what they wanted. Dad always had said that the best most convincing lies were the ones that were genuine. Mom never liked when he taught lessons like that.
“Look,” I said. “I don’t have what you want. So let’s skip this, and get to the part where you use me as a hostage to try to get my Dad to fork over the actual useful information.”
The man smiled. Gosh that was creepy.
“No Matt,” the man said, “I don’t think so. I don’t think your Dad has the information we want.”
I was silent.
“Matt, you’re in high school.”
“...yes?”
“I assume you’ve studied history.”
“Yeah.”
“Perhaps you are familiar with the idea of a primary and secondary source.”
“Yes.”
“So you see Matt,” the man said, “secondary sources, as you are aware, are quite helpful - but they are subject to bias, misreporting, flaws in the technology used to pass them on… etc. No, what is much better, is a primary source… to be able to have an eyewitness account.”
A wave of dread passed over me. They knew that Ashley and I had this strange anomaly with the virus. They wanted to know it - firsthand. We were not a ransom - probably. We were the true prize they wanted.
I once again had to stop myself from saying something stupid like “you’ll have to fight to get a needle in me!” I couldn’t fight. I was restrained. They could get as much blood or saliva out of me as they wanted. A new thought came to my mind though.
“If you try to get something out of me, I’ll bite you.”
“I really would hate becoming one of you,” the man admitted, “but I’d be willing to take that risk - or more accurately, someone else would make that risk. But we have nice thick rubber gloves for that - and biting us would just give us a saliva sample from you anyway.”
My strong will to fight their intentions was crumbling away. I was in their power. They could kill me, get all the samples they wanted from me. I had no bargaining power in this situation. I couldn’t stop them - at least right now.
“If I give you a sample willingly,” I said, “will you let Ashley and I go?”
The man crossed his legs - it was in such a relaxed manner, like he was thinking about some news article he was reading - it was infuriating.
“You don’t seem to understand this Matt.”
“I understand that you’re trying to take advantage of whatever’s in our genes to do awful, awful things.”
“Hm,” the man hummed. “History maybe, but science apparently not - as in, something you are proficient in. Not your genes Matt, but the virus that lives in you. And you’re making me out to be a cartoon supervillain. Real people are not supervillains Matt.”
“Yeah,” I said, “you don’t even have a rocket ship.”
“We’ve done some work on Orbital Reef, but that’s besides the point. Let me tell you what I’m pushing for here. Your father is a brilliant engineer. He was part of the team that developed that first wave of cancer treatments - and he specifically had the organizational skills to gather all of it together, to make the data readable, understandable. Without him the treatment never would have developed to its far more effective successors. I have great respect for him.”
“And?”
“However,” the man said, “he is cautious - cautious to a paralyzing point. He is of a school of thought that there are certain areas of genetics we just do not touch, or at least go very, very slowly. Did you know that we’ve had the technology to cure Alzheimer's disease, Down Syndrome, and Cystic Fibrosis for decades now?”
I was quiet. “No,” I finally answered.
“Well we do. As is visible by your appearance, our genetics technology is more advanced than we may have even realized. Despite this however, we do not pursue the curing of things like Alzheimers, or other awful genetic diseases. Our ability to fight cancers of all kinds is hindered. Do you know why?”
I gave no response.
“Because people like Lucas Hewitt refuse to enter that territory. Many people, civil, military, and government all fear it.”
“It’s because you don’t know how to control it.”
“And have we known how to do that with any emerging technologies? Have you seen pictures or video of the first airplanes? It was a miracle those shoddy things got into the air. Imagine if we had looked at the things, and said that it was just too dangerous, and we should wait at least a good thirty years before we try again.”
I was silent.
“And that’s what has happened here Matt. We could’ve started flying those airplanes decades ago - and by now we would’ve been on the Moon. We got into the air and into space because there were people like me, pilots and astronauts, who were willing to push forward and take risks, while men like your father, as well intentioned as they are, try to hold us back.”
“But this isn’t an airplane,” I said, “and you aren’t the actual one taking the risk.”
“True,” the man clasped his fingers. “I am not taking the risk. But someone has to eventually. Isn’t much of a moonwalk if no one is wearing the suit.”
“You are talking about people.”
“I am talking,” the man said, “about things that can do amazing things for people. There are people who have to make sacrifices for technology. Who have to put themselves on the top of a rocket. In the end, their risk benefits everyone.”
“It seems far less honorable when you’re forcing the person to ride on your rocket.”
“Who said anything about forcing?” the man said. “There are people out there that are willing to take the risks. Governments don’t allow them though. It is extremely unfortunate. People struggling with these awful diseases are not being helped, all because of fear.”
“They don’t want to make it worse.”
“And what if it makes one person have a worse case?” The man mused. “What if two, three, or twenty, but then ultimately leads to millions of people being freed from awful diseases that impair their quality of life, or even their very mind.”
“You are making a needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few argument,” I said. “And I find that very unnerving.”
“So,” the man said, “it is better for us to protect one person, make sure they don’t have any risk posed to them, when hundreds of children are born with life altering diseases? When countless elderly people slowly lose memory of the people they love the most?”
“I… I don’t know.”
“This is a sad truth to swallow Matt,” the man said, “because the fact is, every technology has had so many unpleasant things with it. Railroads changed our country, but destroyed the Native American way of life. The industrial revolution along with it built our whole modern society, but it was powered by child labor, by opression of women and minorities… “
“And you’re trying to tell me that was necessary,” I said flatly, my disgust not very hidden.
“Not necessary,” he said, “but we can’t deny that it happened. If someone who was willing to take the risk dies from an attempt to cure an awful disease, that will be minute compared to other awful things that had to happen in the history of technology.”
The man did not continue.
“So that’s it there,” I said. “You’ve told me your secret evil plan?”
“Gosh,” the man said, “the way you talk makes it sound like you grew up watching cartoons from the 1980s or something. Few things are so black and white. I take offense at you calling a plan to eliminate awful diseases with elusive cures ‘evil.’”
“You say that,” I said, “how can I be exactly sure that it won’t be used for things that are far less noble?”
“Well you can be sure,” the man said, “it will be used for awful things. Not by me. I have no interest in that. But technology always has been used in poor ways. And anyway, you call it ‘my secret plan’ - but I’ve hardly made my thoughts a secret. Your father… he did not like me. The execs at Generation seemed to - or at least they wanted to use me. I’m glad that I’m off on my own now.”
“So you’re not working with Generation?”
“Generation is dead Matt,” the man said, “But no, I’m not affiliated with the suits at Generation. They just wanted money. Your father wants a cure for this. He can play around with that, I don’t care - but I want his data.”
“I thought you only wanted the samples from us.”
“That too, but the data - his library of how everything with the virus is organized…it is very, very very helpful. Even with it, it's still difficult, as the virus mutates, ruining old directories…”
“Okay,” I said, “if this is what you want, if we give you a sample, and then negotiate for my Dad to get you the data, will you let us go?”
The man stroked his thumb slightly on his subtle bearded jawline. “No.”
“Why?” I asked. “That’s everything that you want.”
“No,” he said, “not really. That data would be super useful, but not without a subject.”
I trembled. “Why… why can’t you just take a sample from us, and put it in someone else?”
The man’s face contorted a bit, seeming to show he was thinking things out.
“The issue is… the virus will sometimes sort of… die when we’ve done this. Yes, with help from Melina working at your father’s little lab, it was very easy to get a bit of the virus from you - but it never retains that high level of activity it does in you - like there’s a power loss or something.”
“So you don’t care if I’m willing to comply,” I said.
“Correct.”
“So why are you telling me all this?”
“Well,” the man said, “I don’t believe I’m invincible. If this ever ends poorly, I’d like to have the people who testify against me in court paint the proper picture of me. I hope however, that it won’t come to that.”
The man stood up from his chair.
“I’m Seth by the way,” he said. “Judging by your demeanor however, you probably prefer Skeletor or something.”
“No,” I said, “Seth is fitting. Sounds a lot like Set - the Egyptian god of chaos - that is, the thing you’ll unleash if you continue in this.”
“Rather harsh,” Seth said, “but I’m impressed with your knowledge. You were far more interesting to discuss this with than Ashley - ultimately still disappointing in the end however.”
“I suppose you wanted me to join your scheme or whatever?”
“I was hoping… perhaps you might convince your father to work with me. Seems not.”
“Definitely not.”
“Well then,” Seth said, “we’ll have to go a different way with this then.”
Seth left me alone. For a while I sat there, stewing over what he’d said. If I convinced him to let me call Dad, I could at least try to communicate what was going on. If it came to it… we could maybe work out some way to get them to let us go, if I got Dad to agree to something.
A woman came in - Melina.
“B**ch,” I said to her.
She briefly was still in the doorway. I was not a person who swore - and despite my anger at her, the curse still felt weird living my mouth.
She pulled my arms behind me, and the zip ties slid across the arms of the chair where they met in the back. She then put on another zip tie behind me, tightened it some, cut the two that held me to the chair, and then tightened the zip tie all the way.
I got ready to kick her away and try to escape - but a man came in, noticeably taller than I was, and grabbed one of my arms firmly. He silently turned to show a gun holster on his hip. I got the message, and didn’t resist as they blindfolded me, and then led me out of the room.
Several minutes of walking and turning later, I finally had the blindfold taken off. I saw Ashley in the middle of a room with a hard carpeted floor. I wanted to reach out to her, but I was still bound.
I looked around the room, and two things stood out prominently to me - two dog beds.
“Seriously?” I said.
“Seth,” the man said, “doesn’t have a very high opinion of you guys. I think though he mostly thought it would be funny.”
“Seth is a jacka**.”
“I won’t disagree with you on that one.” the man said, chuckling slightly.
He cut my zip ties.
I spun around, and swung at -
AUGHHH!!
An electric shock unlike anything I’d ever felt pounded through me, and a moment later, I was able to concentrate enough to realize that I was on the floor, panting hard. That was not a gun.
“Remember that dog boy,” the man said, “and Melina has one as well.”
And with that, they left us. I barely had the energy to drag myself over to the dog bed, and collapse.
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