Carlie’s Chapter 6—Dear Tiger: I Don’t Think I’m Human Anymore
LAST WEEK, Simone gave tiger some advice. This week, Tiger shows her that he can do just as much with a computer as she can.Chapter 6 –Stuff is Happening, and it isn't Good
Dear Shell,
Yeah. I mean you, Simone—you’re not the only one who can turn your friends into someone else.Oh, and it’s me, okay?Tiger. Except, right now, I’m pretending to be Tobias Morrison, some corporate psi specialist. And, yes, I made him up. He’s me—and I like him better than Alby Waffle, okay? Alby Waffle is in big trouble, when I get hold of him, just so you know. Jokes, right?Anyway, between the two of us, we’ve got this classified information thing covered.And you bet your britches Tobias is hard to get a hold of. He never seems to be in his office when the company comes calling, and the nurses haven’t seen him… ever. He’s a real pain to get your hands on, but the company puts up with this, because he always answers his email, and he’s an expert on psis.I took a crash course.Did you know I was some sort of genius?Yeah, I hacked my company records. I’ve been doing university courses since I was eight. Mum and dad just didn’t tell me, and because I don’t talk about what I’m doing with the other kids, here, I didn’t figure it out. So, not so much a genius, then, right?So, the last course my parents enrolled me in had to do with DNA extraction, and insertion techniques. Apparently I’m pioneering the technology the company needs in order to recreate the monsters that used to roam here.It’s very cool stuff, and I love it, but I think that’s one of the reasons this world’s been indicted.Not because of me; I’m not that important. I’m pretty sure the company could lay its hands on some other molecularly capable manipulator to get these dinos up and running. I think they’re just using me, so I’ll be too busy to worry about the scheduled supply ship not touching down.See, I was the only one to notice. Everyone else down here is so buried in their research that they didn’t even remember the supply ship was due. It was a small expedition, okay? Everyone has two or three hats to wear.Well, anyone with a scientific angle is gone. If the other kids and I hadn’t taken over the domestics, this lot would have starved to death. And, up until a week ago, I was the only one who was comms qualified. I’ve fixed that, now, and, when I leave, there’ll be at least two others who know how to operate the array—and this might be important, Shell, because I don’t think things are as good as the adults think they are, and it worries me.To answer your question: No, my parents haven’t received anything to tell them that the world’s been indicted—and the supply ship didn’t let on, either. All it told us was how to set up a drop point for the supplies, and that it would be back in three months’ time with pre-fabricated labs and buildings.They also asked us to approve a site they’d chosen between the ruins and the fossil sites, and then told us to stay well clear of it when they landed. Told us not to bother our parents with it, too. Like they know just how busy our parents are, and are hoping they’ll stay that way when they bring the buildings dirt-side.How would they know that?I’m going to check the food stocks and the equipment to see if there’s anything that might cause our folks to become as task-driven as they have.Kiara and Del are worried. They say their parents are acting strangely, because they’ve stopped talking with them at the end of each day. They say they had this family tradition where they would all sit down around the table after dinner, and talk about what happened in the day, and check in on each other and make sure they were all fine.Kiara had her junior exit exams this week, and her parents didn’t even ask her if she was ready, or how she went. She says they just came home, ate, wrote reports, and slept. She says if she hadn’t shoved a breakfast bar into their hands this morning they’d have gone out to the dig without eating.I’ve been wearing surgical gloves in the lab ever since I found something slimy on one of the pieces of equipment. I’m not sure if it’s native, or if someone’s fiddling with things. Either way, I remember what you said about that guy, and I’m not taking any chances. I’ve hidden a couple of boxes of gloves away from the lab, so I can be sure they’re not contaminated when I put them on.I’m starting to think that guy who sent the stuff to you didn’t belong to another company. I think he worked for FedExplore like our folks; I just haven’t worked out why FedExplore would want to do something like that to its own people.And I can’t find the guy. You said they caught him, right? But I can’t find anything about him. Not even in the classified files I’ve dug up on Sharvin. That’s a worry.So, anyway, tell me more about the dreams.I have a theory, but I need to check something out, okay?And be careful.Stuff is happening, and it isn’t good.
Tobias (Tiger) M.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Dear Shell,
Yeah. I mean you, Simone—you’re not the only one who can turn your friends into someone else.Oh, and it’s me, okay?Tiger. Except, right now, I’m pretending to be Tobias Morrison, some corporate psi specialist. And, yes, I made him up. He’s me—and I like him better than Alby Waffle, okay? Alby Waffle is in big trouble, when I get hold of him, just so you know. Jokes, right?Anyway, between the two of us, we’ve got this classified information thing covered.And you bet your britches Tobias is hard to get a hold of. He never seems to be in his office when the company comes calling, and the nurses haven’t seen him… ever. He’s a real pain to get your hands on, but the company puts up with this, because he always answers his email, and he’s an expert on psis.I took a crash course.Did you know I was some sort of genius?Yeah, I hacked my company records. I’ve been doing university courses since I was eight. Mum and dad just didn’t tell me, and because I don’t talk about what I’m doing with the other kids, here, I didn’t figure it out. So, not so much a genius, then, right?So, the last course my parents enrolled me in had to do with DNA extraction, and insertion techniques. Apparently I’m pioneering the technology the company needs in order to recreate the monsters that used to roam here.It’s very cool stuff, and I love it, but I think that’s one of the reasons this world’s been indicted.Not because of me; I’m not that important. I’m pretty sure the company could lay its hands on some other molecularly capable manipulator to get these dinos up and running. I think they’re just using me, so I’ll be too busy to worry about the scheduled supply ship not touching down.See, I was the only one to notice. Everyone else down here is so buried in their research that they didn’t even remember the supply ship was due. It was a small expedition, okay? Everyone has two or three hats to wear.Well, anyone with a scientific angle is gone. If the other kids and I hadn’t taken over the domestics, this lot would have starved to death. And, up until a week ago, I was the only one who was comms qualified. I’ve fixed that, now, and, when I leave, there’ll be at least two others who know how to operate the array—and this might be important, Shell, because I don’t think things are as good as the adults think they are, and it worries me.To answer your question: No, my parents haven’t received anything to tell them that the world’s been indicted—and the supply ship didn’t let on, either. All it told us was how to set up a drop point for the supplies, and that it would be back in three months’ time with pre-fabricated labs and buildings.They also asked us to approve a site they’d chosen between the ruins and the fossil sites, and then told us to stay well clear of it when they landed. Told us not to bother our parents with it, too. Like they know just how busy our parents are, and are hoping they’ll stay that way when they bring the buildings dirt-side.How would they know that?I’m going to check the food stocks and the equipment to see if there’s anything that might cause our folks to become as task-driven as they have.Kiara and Del are worried. They say their parents are acting strangely, because they’ve stopped talking with them at the end of each day. They say they had this family tradition where they would all sit down around the table after dinner, and talk about what happened in the day, and check in on each other and make sure they were all fine.Kiara had her junior exit exams this week, and her parents didn’t even ask her if she was ready, or how she went. She says they just came home, ate, wrote reports, and slept. She says if she hadn’t shoved a breakfast bar into their hands this morning they’d have gone out to the dig without eating.I’ve been wearing surgical gloves in the lab ever since I found something slimy on one of the pieces of equipment. I’m not sure if it’s native, or if someone’s fiddling with things. Either way, I remember what you said about that guy, and I’m not taking any chances. I’ve hidden a couple of boxes of gloves away from the lab, so I can be sure they’re not contaminated when I put them on.I’m starting to think that guy who sent the stuff to you didn’t belong to another company. I think he worked for FedExplore like our folks; I just haven’t worked out why FedExplore would want to do something like that to its own people.And I can’t find the guy. You said they caught him, right? But I can’t find anything about him. Not even in the classified files I’ve dug up on Sharvin. That’s a worry.So, anyway, tell me more about the dreams.I have a theory, but I need to check something out, okay?And be careful.Stuff is happening, and it isn’t good.
Tobias (Tiger) M.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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.
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