Carlie's Chapter 11 - Dear Tiger: I Don't Think I'm Human Anymore
LAST WEEK, Tiger begged Simone not to say goodbye. This week, Simone reveals that she is in grave danger and has to escape the company facility she's in - and that she might have trouble keeping in touch.Chapter 11 – Gotta Get Out
Dear Tiger,
I don’t believe you did that! Are you INSANE? You nearly got us both caught. Did you know those exercises you taught me were military-grade? As in special ops classified? Did you even know what database you were in? Because I got them right, and they work real well, but I should never even have known they existed. They’re not normal blocking exercises. I didn’t know. The first ones were easy enough. I think if I’d stopped there, I’d have been fine, but I didn’t. I got my head around those ones really fast. The psi thought they were cute, when she came to visit, but then she told me I shouldn’t be trying to teach myself things I didn’t understand, and she pulled them apart like a fox rampaging through a hen house. There were feathers everywhere. Well, there were bits of my brain everywhere. I don’t think the company wants me to know how to keep them out of my head. Not yet, anyway. Maybe not ever. It made me so mad, I screamed at her until she taught me how to build better ways of blocking, and she wasn’t happy. Not at all. I tell you, Tiger, when I checked what she’d taught me, I found at least two mistakes in every step. I went back over your notes, and I found out how to do things properly, and then I went deeper. I didn’t realise I’d gone through your notes and followed the source code to the address. I just thought you’d added a tricky bit to stop me from getting bored. When I said you pulled these from a classified database, I’m not kidding. You are a very bad boy—and I mean that in the nicest possible way. I worked all night on the exercises you sent me, and the next set I found. They were a lot of fun. I even slept in, and the company sent me a rude letter to tell me I was going to be penalised with short rations as a result. That was nothing to what the psi said they were going to do. When she arrived, I thought it would be fun to use the faulty blocks she taught me. When she tore through those, I pretended to be really disappointed, and she told me not to worry, that everyone makes mistakes the first time out. It was all I could do not to tell her that anyone will make mistakes if they haven’t been taught the right way to start with. You’d be proud. I managed not to actually say it. I think she pulled it right out of my head, instead. ‘What do you mean?’ she asks, looking really mean all of a sudden, and that’s when I lost my temper. I picked the biggest, nastiest block I could think of, and I slammed it down. I forgot it had an attack as well. I not only stopped her from trying to see what I meant, but I pushed her right out of my head. It was glorious! Until she stood back up. Yes. Stood back up. When I pushed her out of my head, she fell right of her chair. That was the coolest thing I’ve done in a very long time. What wasn’t cool was what she said next. She kind of looked at me, and she looked just a little bit afraid. She did nothing but look, for a whole minute, and then she straightened her tunic, running her hands over the front like there were wrinkles. ‘We’re done,’ she said, and I heard her thinking we were done for good, not just the day, and that Black Ops could have me. I might have followed that thought into her head, but she must have caught me looking, because she threw up this mental wall, and kicked me right out. And she told me to stay out. She even called me a freak, but not where I could hear it. I don’t even think I was supposed to know she was thinking it, but it leaked past the wall, and I heard it as plain as day. She was mad at me, Tiges. Mad. And more than just a little bit afraid. I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone afraid of me, before. I’m not sure I like it. Anyway, Tiges, she called the doctors to come get her out. Said she had a Medical Code 9, and they had to hurry. I looked that up, later, and discovered it meant she had encountered a potentially unstable psi, and needed intervention before she got killed. Intervention? I don’t like the sound of that. And I really don’t like being called unstable. I’m glad she’s not coming back. It’s what’s coming back in her place that has me worried. I pulled it out of the doctor’s head, when he opened the door. Medical Code 9? he was thinking, and he gave me a really strange look. Her? Nice of him, I thought, and then my visitor said they had to isolate me until a Level 5 assessment could be made—whatever one of those is. He was horrified. “But…” he began, but she hushed him, and steered him out of my cell, which didn’t stop me from hearing the next thought that went through his head. But that will break her head open like an egg! I don’t want my head broken open, Tiges, and I’m sorry. From what I’ve been hearing from the minds passing outside my room, all the doctors are a little bit sorry for me. They’re all also relieved that the person they need won’t make it here for three or four more days. Most of them are planning on taking a day off when he arrives. At least, I think it’s a he. That’s the impression I’m getting from all their heads. I don’t have a lot of time, Tiges. I’m sorry because I won’t be able to get you all the data you’re probably going to need. Not before I go. And, after… Well, that’s going to be something else, isn’t it? I might not even be able to find my way into the servers here. It won’t stop me trying, though. You did it. How hard can it be, right? Genius… Yeah. Anyway, I’ll get you everything I can lay my greasy little hands on in the next few hours, and I’ll send it to you. After that, I’m gone. I’ll send this now, and then I’ll send what I can find. And then I’m out of here. If I don’t hear from you in the meantime, you’ll know why. Be careful, Tiges. Things just got exciting.
Love
S. ShellK. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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Dear Tiger, I don’t believe you did that! Are you INSANE? You nearly got us both caught. Did you know those exercises you taught me were military-grade? As in special ops classified? Did you even know what database you were in? Because I got them right, and they work real well, but I should never even have known they existed. They’re not normal blocking exercises. I didn’t know. The first ones were easy enough. I think if I’d stopped there, I’d have been fine, but I didn’t. I got my head around those ones really fast. The psi thought they were cute, when she came to visit, but then she told me I shouldn’t be trying to teach myself things I didn’t understand, and she pulled them apart like a fox rampaging through a hen house. There were feathers everywhere. Well, there were bits of my brain everywhere. I don’t think the company wants me to know how to keep them out of my head. Not yet, anyway. Maybe not ever. It made me so mad, I screamed at her until she taught me how to build better ways of blocking, and she wasn’t happy. Not at all. I tell you, Tiger, when I checked what she’d taught me, I found at least two mistakes in every step. I went back over your notes, and I found out how to do things properly, and then I went deeper. I didn’t realise I’d gone through your notes and followed the source code to the address. I just thought you’d added a tricky bit to stop me from getting bored. When I said you pulled these from a classified database, I’m not kidding. You are a very bad boy—and I mean that in the nicest possible way. I worked all night on the exercises you sent me, and the next set I found. They were a lot of fun. I even slept in, and the company sent me a rude letter to tell me I was going to be penalised with short rations as a result. That was nothing to what the psi said they were going to do. When she arrived, I thought it would be fun to use the faulty blocks she taught me. When she tore through those, I pretended to be really disappointed, and she told me not to worry, that everyone makes mistakes the first time out. It was all I could do not to tell her that anyone will make mistakes if they haven’t been taught the right way to start with. You’d be proud. I managed not to actually say it. I think she pulled it right out of my head, instead. ‘What do you mean?’ she asks, looking really mean all of a sudden, and that’s when I lost my temper. I picked the biggest, nastiest block I could think of, and I slammed it down. I forgot it had an attack as well. I not only stopped her from trying to see what I meant, but I pushed her right out of my head. It was glorious! Until she stood back up. Yes. Stood back up. When I pushed her out of my head, she fell right of her chair. That was the coolest thing I’ve done in a very long time. What wasn’t cool was what she said next. She kind of looked at me, and she looked just a little bit afraid. She did nothing but look, for a whole minute, and then she straightened her tunic, running her hands over the front like there were wrinkles. ‘We’re done,’ she said, and I heard her thinking we were done for good, not just the day, and that Black Ops could have me. I might have followed that thought into her head, but she must have caught me looking, because she threw up this mental wall, and kicked me right out. And she told me to stay out. She even called me a freak, but not where I could hear it. I don’t even think I was supposed to know she was thinking it, but it leaked past the wall, and I heard it as plain as day. She was mad at me, Tiges. Mad. And more than just a little bit afraid. I don’t think I’ve ever made anyone afraid of me, before. I’m not sure I like it. Anyway, Tiges, she called the doctors to come get her out. Said she had a Medical Code 9, and they had to hurry. I looked that up, later, and discovered it meant she had encountered a potentially unstable psi, and needed intervention before she got killed. Intervention? I don’t like the sound of that. And I really don’t like being called unstable. I’m glad she’s not coming back. It’s what’s coming back in her place that has me worried. I pulled it out of the doctor’s head, when he opened the door. Medical Code 9? he was thinking, and he gave me a really strange look. Her? Nice of him, I thought, and then my visitor said they had to isolate me until a Level 5 assessment could be made—whatever one of those is. He was horrified. “But…” he began, but she hushed him, and steered him out of my cell, which didn’t stop me from hearing the next thought that went through his head. But that will break her head open like an egg! I don’t want my head broken open, Tiges, and I’m sorry. From what I’ve been hearing from the minds passing outside my room, all the doctors are a little bit sorry for me. They’re all also relieved that the person they need won’t make it here for three or four more days. Most of them are planning on taking a day off when he arrives. At least, I think it’s a he. That’s the impression I’m getting from all their heads. I don’t have a lot of time, Tiges. I’m sorry because I won’t be able to get you all the data you’re probably going to need. Not before I go. And, after… Well, that’s going to be something else, isn’t it? I might not even be able to find my way into the servers here. It won’t stop me trying, though. You did it. How hard can it be, right? Genius… Yeah. Anyway, I’ll get you everything I can lay my greasy little hands on in the next few hours, and I’ll send it to you. After that, I’m gone. I’ll send this now, and then I’ll send what I can find. And then I’m out of here. If I don’t hear from you in the meantime, you’ll know why. Be careful, Tiges. Things just got exciting.
Love
S. ShellK. -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
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
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