Carlie’s Chapter 7—Dear Tiger: I Don’t Think I’m Human Anymore
LAST WEEK, Tobias confirmed that what was happening wasn't good. This week, we find Simone is not reassured.Chapter 7 –NOT Reassuring!
Dear Tobes
Thanks for your letter. If that was your way of being reassuring, it didn’t work. You, Mister, need to work on your bedside manner!Tell me how your folks are doing, and more about Kiara and Del. They sound like nice kids.I’m not in a bubble any more. The docs say I’m not infectious. They also say mum and dad are away doing research, but they won’t tell me where. Keep an eye out for them on Deskeden, because I’m having one of your bad feelings.I think you might be right; I think I’m becoming psi.This is not good news, even if it is the reason I now have a room of my own.I can hear them, Tiges. I hear them when they walk past. I know when they’re thinking about me. Worse. I know what they’re thinking about me—and I really don’t want them to dissect my brain to ‘study the physiological changes’. Nuh uh. No way!I need to work out an exit strategy—and I think you do, too.We need to get away from the company, and we need to find somewhere safe.You’ll do that for me, won’t you Tiges? Get off Deskeden, and get to somewhere safe?I’ll try to do the same. After that, we can see about finding each other, but only when we’re secure. We can’t look out for each other, until we’ve looked after ourselves.So. They moved me from the bubble, and put me in this room. It’s small, but not a prison cell. I have my own bed and san unit, and my own computer centre. They’ve told me what I have to study so I can graduate, but they also said I should tell them if there’s something else I’d like to try.I’m not your kind of genius, Tiger. I’m good with computers and programs, but there are other things I just can’t seem to wrap my head around. That’s okay, though, right?You know how I said I wasn’t sure if I was human or not? Yeah. Still not sure. I really wish I knew what was in those jars.
Take care of yourself, Toby Tiger.
Shel-Simone.-----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Dear Tobes
Thanks for your letter. If that was your way of being reassuring, it didn’t work. You, Mister, need to work on your bedside manner!Tell me how your folks are doing, and more about Kiara and Del. They sound like nice kids.I’m not in a bubble any more. The docs say I’m not infectious. They also say mum and dad are away doing research, but they won’t tell me where. Keep an eye out for them on Deskeden, because I’m having one of your bad feelings.I think you might be right; I think I’m becoming psi.This is not good news, even if it is the reason I now have a room of my own.I can hear them, Tiges. I hear them when they walk past. I know when they’re thinking about me. Worse. I know what they’re thinking about me—and I really don’t want them to dissect my brain to ‘study the physiological changes’. Nuh uh. No way!I need to work out an exit strategy—and I think you do, too.We need to get away from the company, and we need to find somewhere safe.You’ll do that for me, won’t you Tiges? Get off Deskeden, and get to somewhere safe?I’ll try to do the same. After that, we can see about finding each other, but only when we’re secure. We can’t look out for each other, until we’ve looked after ourselves.So. They moved me from the bubble, and put me in this room. It’s small, but not a prison cell. I have my own bed and san unit, and my own computer centre. They’ve told me what I have to study so I can graduate, but they also said I should tell them if there’s something else I’d like to try.I’m not your kind of genius, Tiger. I’m good with computers and programs, but there are other things I just can’t seem to wrap my head around. That’s okay, though, right?You know how I said I wasn’t sure if I was human or not? Yeah. Still not sure. I really wish I knew what was in those jars.
Take care of yourself, Toby Tiger.
Shel-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
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