Carlie’s Chapter 3—Dear Tiger: I Don’t Think I’m Human Anymore
LAST WEEK, Simone was somewhere new, and under close supervision. This week, she's having dreams - strange, strange dreams...Chapter 3 – Maybe I'm Psi
Dear Tiger
You know they read our mail right? But don’t worry, I’m about to fix that, okay?Anyway, I guess my mail isn’t the only email they take that black pen to, although I don’t know how they manage to do that to an email from outside the system. I haven’t been able to take it apart, so I can look at it, yet. And then we’ll see what they’ve got.I’m pretty tired of being told what I can and can’t say, and what I can and can’t talk about with my friends. They blacked out the name of the planet your mum and dad are working on, and what it was they found. That’s really weird, Tiger. Why would they do that? It’s not like we’re going to tell anyone else, and I know you wouldn’t tell me anything you knew was classified. You wouldn’t, would you?Anyway, before they take away my email privileges and tell me I can’t talk to you any more…How are you?I’m doing pretty good here. I’m still not sure I’m human, but at least the headaches have gone away, and the doctors have stopped looking at me funny. And there are fewer of them, too. That has to be a good thing, right?Funny thing is, I think I can hear them talking, and sometimes it’s all at once, but when I look, not one of them is saying a thing. And I’m dreaming, Tiges. Dreaming so bad. I keep thinking I can see people I know, but they’re never where I think they should be.That Marrietta, for example. In the dream she’s not in school any more. She’s somewhere really dark, and she’s scared. I don’t get it Tiges. Why would she be in the dark? And, if she’s in a company dorm, why would she be scared? That girl does the scaring. She’s too mean to be scared of anything.But in my dreams, she is.I told the docs, but they say I’m imagining things because of the way Marrietta treated me, when we were at school. I even asked them to check on her. At first, they said no, but I asked so much they did. They said she was fine.But I don’t know, Tiges. The doc that told me didn’t sound right, and his face was all kind of expressionless, like he didn’t want me to know what he was thinking. I don’t know what scared me more, Tiges, the fact he was keeping something secret, or the fact I think I know what it was.And if you think they’re going to see this letter, then you’re wrong, ’cos I’m hacking their system, and I’m not sending you this, until I’m done. And then I’ll tell you where to send your email to, because we can’t keep talking the way we were. I’m sick of other people reading my mail.If you can’t guess, I’m writing this letter over a couple of days.They changed my medication, and whatever the new stuff is, it really doesn’t agree with me. I’ve spent the last two days feeling really, really rotten, and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve thrown up. I hate being here, Tiger. I hope they let me out soon.Hope you don’t mind having a whole new identity.
Love
Simone-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Dear Tiger
You know they read our mail right? But don’t worry, I’m about to fix that, okay?Anyway, I guess my mail isn’t the only email they take that black pen to, although I don’t know how they manage to do that to an email from outside the system. I haven’t been able to take it apart, so I can look at it, yet. And then we’ll see what they’ve got.I’m pretty tired of being told what I can and can’t say, and what I can and can’t talk about with my friends. They blacked out the name of the planet your mum and dad are working on, and what it was they found. That’s really weird, Tiger. Why would they do that? It’s not like we’re going to tell anyone else, and I know you wouldn’t tell me anything you knew was classified. You wouldn’t, would you?Anyway, before they take away my email privileges and tell me I can’t talk to you any more…How are you?I’m doing pretty good here. I’m still not sure I’m human, but at least the headaches have gone away, and the doctors have stopped looking at me funny. And there are fewer of them, too. That has to be a good thing, right?Funny thing is, I think I can hear them talking, and sometimes it’s all at once, but when I look, not one of them is saying a thing. And I’m dreaming, Tiges. Dreaming so bad. I keep thinking I can see people I know, but they’re never where I think they should be.That Marrietta, for example. In the dream she’s not in school any more. She’s somewhere really dark, and she’s scared. I don’t get it Tiges. Why would she be in the dark? And, if she’s in a company dorm, why would she be scared? That girl does the scaring. She’s too mean to be scared of anything.But in my dreams, she is.I told the docs, but they say I’m imagining things because of the way Marrietta treated me, when we were at school. I even asked them to check on her. At first, they said no, but I asked so much they did. They said she was fine.But I don’t know, Tiges. The doc that told me didn’t sound right, and his face was all kind of expressionless, like he didn’t want me to know what he was thinking. I don’t know what scared me more, Tiges, the fact he was keeping something secret, or the fact I think I know what it was.And if you think they’re going to see this letter, then you’re wrong, ’cos I’m hacking their system, and I’m not sending you this, until I’m done. And then I’ll tell you where to send your email to, because we can’t keep talking the way we were. I’m sick of other people reading my mail.If you can’t guess, I’m writing this letter over a couple of days.They changed my medication, and whatever the new stuff is, it really doesn’t agree with me. I’ve spent the last two days feeling really, really rotten, and I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve thrown up. I hate being here, Tiger. I hope they let me out soon.Hope you don’t mind having a whole new identity.
Love
Simone-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
The complete series is available as short, individual ebooks, and will become available as an omnibus, later this year. In the meantime, you can find them on this blog, until one week after the last chapter in the last book of the series has been posted, at which point this series will be taken down, and a new series serialised on site.
books2read.com/u/4Awrze
books2read.com/u/mgrxdR 
books2read.com/u/4DoG8D
books2read.com/u/b5Mng1
books2read.com/u/3GYBla
books2read.com/u/4782k8
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