The Drafter
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Scrub as in artificially destroy. Peri slumped in the seat and stared at him, her trust in Opti falling utterly apart. Im just a big Etch A Sketch, huh? Dont like what you see? Give me a good shake, and write what you want. It was getting easier to say, but the bitterness was chiseled deeper with every new realization.
Thats not true. Peri, youre in control of your own destiny.
Bull, she said calmly, angry as she turned off her mule so she wouldnt have to look at it up there with Silas and Jack. My actions stem from what I remember, and my memories are a made-up mix of lies and falsehoods. And now you tell me the years Ive lost are artificial? she said, voice rising. I trusted my anchor to tell me what decision to make until I remembered everythingand he betrayed me. Dont tell me Im in control of my destiny until youve lived without knowing whats real and whats not.
Her soul hurt, and she didnt want to talk about it anymore. On the stage, Silass mule became sad, straightening his tie and tugging his coat as if finding his courage to start again.
I want asylum, Silas. Can you give it to me or not?
Silas rubbed the back of his neck and turned his simulation off as well. With a snort, Jack wandered away, heading for the half-dressed mules in the front window. Peri hoped hed leave. If thats the chip we want? Probably, Silas said. Let me see it.
She pulled her purse up and onto her lap. God help me, she said as she took out her keys and wedged the bell off the key ring. Damn it, she was going to trust him, and she watched herself, unbelieving when she just gave it to him.
The bell looked tiny in his hand, and he squinted at the chip. Huh, he said softly. How lucky is it that he put it on the one thing that made it out of your apartment.
She nodded. The collar had dagazes all over it, but only she or Jack would know that made it important. That cat is the only thing that feels real to me. Apart from my car and a bag of yarn, she said.
Silas tucked the bell away. If Howard says its the list, Ill call you.
Her head snapped up. Call! I want to go now, she complained, and Kelly, coming to check on them, turned and went back into the back room.
Mistrust flared when he shook his head. Opti doesnt know you broke the memory implants, do they? Silas said. You should be okay for a day or two. Once we get it uncoded, the alliance will grant you asylum.
This sucks, she said bitterly. Maybe she wasnt as nice as she thought. She had killed her own anchor, after alland shed loved him. Please dont betray me. If you do, Ill have to kill you. Angry at herself for having trusted him, she stood. Ill probably have to kill you anyway, but Id rather do it because I was told to, not because you lied to me.
Peri In arush, Silas stood. Breath held, she waited, making a fist around her note to herself, hiding it. Peri, about Jack. He hesitated until she looked up. If you have an issue with Jack not suppressing the twin lines, any at all, forget Opti and find me. Try not to draft in the meantime. Even in the best case, Jack will be able to repress the twin timelines only so long, and then you will
Yes, I know, MEP, she finished, the threat so constant it had lost a lot of its bite. Dont call me. Ill call you. Tomorrow. If I run, dont follow me. Got it?
She turned and walked out. Hunched into her coat, she hustled back to the elevated, feeling Silass eyes on her every step of the way. Her heart pounded as she took the stairs, her world seeming to shift and realign to something new and far more dangerous.
Jack? she whispered, and he was suddenly beside her on the stair.
Yes, Peri?
She halted on the platform, the wind in her hair fresher as she looked straight up into the camera, not caring if it recognized her. All she had was this instant. To try to remember her past would drive her insane. But for the first time, she found strength in it, not fear.
Dont leave me yet, she said. Shed seen what happened when drafters fell into memory-eclipsed paranoia. Unable to trust anyone, they usually killed themselves to make the confusion stop.
Never, he said, and somehow, she thought that even more dangerous.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
Peri halted outside Allens apartment door, her hand falling when she saw that the fortune cookie slip shed left between the door and frame was gone. Great. Im going to go nucking futs, she breathed, glancing up and down the empty hallway.
She could walk away, find Silas, and hope to God that chip was Jacks list.
She could pretend shed drafted and lost her memory of the entire morning, which would result in Opti rehab and ultimately another scrub.
She could admit that shed taken out the tracker and be the pissed, angry drafter. She could let her temper go. She could demand some answers. Make a reckoning.
The choice was obvious, and squaring her shoulders, she tried the knob to find the door was unlocked. Tucking Allens key in her purse, she walked into an empty, silent room. There was a small strip of medical tape on the kitchen counter, the tracking bug still stuck to it.
So its going to be like that, then. A-A-A-Allen! she exclaimed, eyes narrowing at the small noise from the bedroom. Get your ass out here. Ive got some questions for you. She faced away from the bedroom door as she took off her coat, watching her back through the dim reflection of the closed fireplace doors. But she turned in surprise when it was not Allen but Bill who walked out, dressed in his usual suit and tie, his office shoes gleaming and his hair combed to perfectiona soothing, utterly convincing smile on him.
Thats not true. Peri, youre in control of your own destiny.
Bull, she said calmly, angry as she turned off her mule so she wouldnt have to look at it up there with Silas and Jack. My actions stem from what I remember, and my memories are a made-up mix of lies and falsehoods. And now you tell me the years Ive lost are artificial? she said, voice rising. I trusted my anchor to tell me what decision to make until I remembered everythingand he betrayed me. Dont tell me Im in control of my destiny until youve lived without knowing whats real and whats not.
Her soul hurt, and she didnt want to talk about it anymore. On the stage, Silass mule became sad, straightening his tie and tugging his coat as if finding his courage to start again.
I want asylum, Silas. Can you give it to me or not?
Silas rubbed the back of his neck and turned his simulation off as well. With a snort, Jack wandered away, heading for the half-dressed mules in the front window. Peri hoped hed leave. If thats the chip we want? Probably, Silas said. Let me see it.
She pulled her purse up and onto her lap. God help me, she said as she took out her keys and wedged the bell off the key ring. Damn it, she was going to trust him, and she watched herself, unbelieving when she just gave it to him.
The bell looked tiny in his hand, and he squinted at the chip. Huh, he said softly. How lucky is it that he put it on the one thing that made it out of your apartment.
She nodded. The collar had dagazes all over it, but only she or Jack would know that made it important. That cat is the only thing that feels real to me. Apart from my car and a bag of yarn, she said.
Silas tucked the bell away. If Howard says its the list, Ill call you.
Her head snapped up. Call! I want to go now, she complained, and Kelly, coming to check on them, turned and went back into the back room.
Mistrust flared when he shook his head. Opti doesnt know you broke the memory implants, do they? Silas said. You should be okay for a day or two. Once we get it uncoded, the alliance will grant you asylum.
This sucks, she said bitterly. Maybe she wasnt as nice as she thought. She had killed her own anchor, after alland shed loved him. Please dont betray me. If you do, Ill have to kill you. Angry at herself for having trusted him, she stood. Ill probably have to kill you anyway, but Id rather do it because I was told to, not because you lied to me.
Peri In arush, Silas stood. Breath held, she waited, making a fist around her note to herself, hiding it. Peri, about Jack. He hesitated until she looked up. If you have an issue with Jack not suppressing the twin lines, any at all, forget Opti and find me. Try not to draft in the meantime. Even in the best case, Jack will be able to repress the twin timelines only so long, and then you will
Yes, I know, MEP, she finished, the threat so constant it had lost a lot of its bite. Dont call me. Ill call you. Tomorrow. If I run, dont follow me. Got it?
She turned and walked out. Hunched into her coat, she hustled back to the elevated, feeling Silass eyes on her every step of the way. Her heart pounded as she took the stairs, her world seeming to shift and realign to something new and far more dangerous.
Jack? she whispered, and he was suddenly beside her on the stair.
Yes, Peri?
She halted on the platform, the wind in her hair fresher as she looked straight up into the camera, not caring if it recognized her. All she had was this instant. To try to remember her past would drive her insane. But for the first time, she found strength in it, not fear.
Dont leave me yet, she said. Shed seen what happened when drafters fell into memory-eclipsed paranoia. Unable to trust anyone, they usually killed themselves to make the confusion stop.
Never, he said, and somehow, she thought that even more dangerous.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FOUR
Peri halted outside Allens apartment door, her hand falling when she saw that the fortune cookie slip shed left between the door and frame was gone. Great. Im going to go nucking futs, she breathed, glancing up and down the empty hallway.
She could walk away, find Silas, and hope to God that chip was Jacks list.
She could pretend shed drafted and lost her memory of the entire morning, which would result in Opti rehab and ultimately another scrub.
She could admit that shed taken out the tracker and be the pissed, angry drafter. She could let her temper go. She could demand some answers. Make a reckoning.
The choice was obvious, and squaring her shoulders, she tried the knob to find the door was unlocked. Tucking Allens key in her purse, she walked into an empty, silent room. There was a small strip of medical tape on the kitchen counter, the tracking bug still stuck to it.
So its going to be like that, then. A-A-A-Allen! she exclaimed, eyes narrowing at the small noise from the bedroom. Get your ass out here. Ive got some questions for you. She faced away from the bedroom door as she took off her coat, watching her back through the dim reflection of the closed fireplace doors. But she turned in surprise when it was not Allen but Bill who walked out, dressed in his usual suit and tie, his office shoes gleaming and his hair combed to perfectiona soothing, utterly convincing smile on him.
