Freak of Nature

chapter Eleven



The dorm room door closed softly behind her, locking automatically. It took so much self-control to stop the grin from spreading across her face.

She didn’t know it was possible to feel this alive. This happy. Lucas was responsible for the emotions; she knew that with absolute certainty. If she had known it would be like this she would have told him long ago how she felt about him.

But soon she would leave. The thought hit her hard. Panic rose within her, but it was quickly overridden by her sensors that sent signals to her microprocessor. The familiar hum washed over her body, steadying her. It was strange—when there was distance between them, her body could manage the reaction, but when he was near, she seemed to lose control.

Before she made it to her bed, there was a knock at her door. She froze. Had he come back for her? No, it was Quess.

Kaitlyn smoothed down her dress and turned to face the doorway. “Come in.”

When the door opened, Quess hurried inside, her face lit with excitement. “I came by earlier and you weren’t here. Where were you?”

“I took a walk with Lucas.”

“You what? Are you serious?” Quess sputtered, her jaw falling open. “How did that happen?”

Kaitlyn kept her face impassive, even though she wanted to tell Quess everything. The thought of smashing the camera crossed her mind, but she pushed it aside. Instead, Kaitlyn motioned to the camera with her eyes. “He needed to ask me some questions to make sure my programming was working correctly.”

Quess looked up at the flashing dot, and then back at Kaitlyn. “Well, now you need to go for a walk with me—now. My grandfather sent me.” She spoke a little too loudly, as if for the benefit of the cameras.

“Okay.” Kaitlyn walked towards the door, exchanging a look with her friend as she passed.

They made their way down the long corridor as classical music streamed from the speakers above them. There were two women standing in front of the exit.

“Hey.” Quess waved and smiled. One of the women gave a strained smile and the other avoided looking at them. As if the top of her shoes were more interesting. Seemed to be the normal reaction of most of the staff when they saw Kaitlyn.

They moved aside to allow them to pass. Quess pushed open the door and the stepped into shadows. Darkness was starting to fall. A misty yellow glare from the security lights illuminated the grounds as they flicked on in the twilight.

Quess walked as fast as her legs would take her towards their safe zone, the place where Kaitlyn had taken Lucas. Kaitlyn wondered what had her friend so excited. Usually it was a new dress she wanted to tell her about, or that her Nanny had made special cookies. Everything seemed to make the girl excited.

When they finally reached the birch tree, Quess squealed, “I was right – he was on Facebook. I found him.”

“You did?” Kaitlyn asked, surprised. “Are you sure it’s him?”

“Yes, I’m sure. His name is Evan. He’s twenty-one, has a labrador retriever named Spike, two younger sisters—you know the type—cheerleaders, and his parents divorced when he was twelve. He’s very hot, like on fire.”

Kaitlyn’s mind whirled as she grasped what Quess was saying. She wasn’t quite sure what to make of this news. On the one hand, she was curious, but on the other hand, there was Lucas. He was her reality now.

“That’s impressive, Quess. How do you know all of this?”

“I told you. Facebook. It’s like a peek into someone’s private world.”

“But… On fire? Twenty-one?” Kaitlyn asked, her mind sorting through the information.

Quess smiled sheepishly. “He’s not really on fire—as in flames. He’s sexy. That’s what I mean.”

“Oh.”

“That’s not all…”

“Well, then tell me the rest.”

“There are tons of pictures of you on there.”

Kaitlyn froze. “Me?”

“You looked so happy.” Quess said thoughtfully. “Although, I have to say your taste in clothing—not so great.”

Kaitlyn suddenly felt lightheaded. The woods began to spin in her vision. Was her processor shorting?

She heard a muffled, “Kaitlyn, are you alright?”

Next thing she knew, there was only darkness.


Someone was shaking her.

“Kaitlyn. Please wake up.” Quess’s voice was panicked.

Kaitlyn’s eyes fluttered open, and she squinted. Why was she on the ground? Her head felt heavier than usual as she glanced around, her eyes quickly adjusting.

“I’m okay.” Kaitlyn pushed herself to a sitting position, using a nearby tree to lean against. She was lucky she didn’t fall into it when she passed out.

“What happened?” Quess asked, her eyes concerned.

“I don’t know.”

“We should take you to see my grandfather.”

“No. I’m fine.” Then it came back to her what they were talking about when she passed out…or when her body shut down. She wasn’t sure if there was a difference. “Please, don’t tell him.”

Quess nodded. “Whatever you want.”

Kaitlyn accessed her memory files and sorted through her thoughts from their previous conversation. “I believe you mentioning details about my past caused me to shut down. That must be it.”

“Like a safety measure or something?” Quess sat on the grass and pulled her knees to her chest.

“I just need a moment.” Kaitlyn closed her eyes and waited until she felt normal again. Her rhythms settled into familiar patterns. The mechanisms in place had been successful. Whatever happened had passed. Was it possible the IFICS had somehow connected her real memories to some kind of fail-safe blocking system? “I’m fine now. Tell me what else you saw.” She paused. “But don’t use their names. Just in case that was the trigger for my shut down.”

Quess nodded in understanding. The girl had a quick mind. She paused as if trying to compose her words carefully before she spoke them.

“There was this girl who passed away, and everyone she went to school with was devastated, but mostly her boyfriend. He started a memorial page in her honor. He posted pictures of them together all over it, and her friends did, too. To this day, they even comment and tell her happy birthday. Like a shrine. Her boyfriend wasn’t able to move on without her. It was sweet, but also a bit strange.”

“Where was she from?”

“Near the ocean.”

Kaitlyn wanted to ask so many questions, but was afraid it would make her black out again.

“Kaitlyn!” a voice in the distance yelled.

Kaitlyn jumped to her feet and looked around. Her sensors analyzed the voice patterns. It was Lucas, and he was over two hundred meters away, but moving quickly. His voice sounded strained, out of breath.

A few moments later, he came into view. “There you are. Thank goodness. We got an alert that one of your sensor’s shorted out.”

“I’m okay. I felt funny and then sort of shut down.”

His eyes searched hers. “What were you doing at the time?”

“Just talking to Quess.”

Lucas narrowed his eyes and looked at Quess. “What were you talking about?”

“It’s not important,” Kaitlyn said a little too sharply.

“The hell it isn’t.”

“What, you don’t monitor what she says?” Quess jumped up and put her hands on her narrow hips. “You have cameras all over the place. I kinda figured you knew every word she said before she said it.”

“It’s not like that,” Lucas said flatly. Kaitlyn noted that there wasn’t much conviction in his tone. His blue eyes turned back to Kaitlyn. “Kate. Please tell me what you were talking about. We need to figure this out. There must be a glitch somewhere, and we need to have it straightened out before your unveiling.”

“Right. We can’t have your precious project breaking down, can we?” Kaitlyn said coldly. Of course, that was more important to him. Did the kiss they shared mean anything to him?

“Kate, there are ways we can find out, but I don’t think you want us to do that, do you? Professor Adams will also have been alerted to the shutdown. He’s probably already at the lab scrambling to figure out what went wrong.”

Her body stiffened. She knew he was right. They could give her truth serum drugs, maybe somehow go into her history file data. Or worse.

“Fine, we were just talking about my past. Happy?”

“Your past?” Lucas raised an eyebrow. “Exactly what about your past? What do you know about it?”

Kaitlyn hesitated. She didn’t want to give up information on the man from her dreams, especially after hearing what Quess had found out about him and the ‘shrine’. Even after all this time, he hadn’t let go.

And regardless of the kiss, Lucas’s main concern was clearly the project.

“I was telling Quess that I’ve been having dreams about the ocean.”

“The ocean? That’s it?”

“Yes. Dreams of me swimming in the ocean. Why would that cause me to short circuit?”

Lucas ran his hand down his jaw line and looked away, lost in thought. “Are you sure there isn’t more? I don’t see why that would have caused you to short out. Have any other memories surfaced?”

“I have no memories, Lucas. You and Professor Adams took care of that.”

He stared at her for a long time before finally conceding. “Maybe it was just a random glitch. We’ll do more testing in the morning.”

“Of course you will,” Quess spat. “That’s all you do to her. Why can’t you just leave her alone?”

A look of hurt crossed his beautiful face. “Let’s get you both back to the dormitory. Quess, I don’t know if it’s a good idea that you spend time with Kaitlyn anymore.”

Quess glared at him. “Well, good thing that’s not up to you.”

Kaitlyn gave her friend a comforting look, and then took Lucas by the arm, leading him away from her friend. She leaned forward, speaking quietly. “Lucas, please don’t take Quess away from me. She’s the only person that talks to me. I promise I won’t bring up anything about my past again. Just don’t take her away.”

His eyes softened. “I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you.” She wanted to throw her arms around him, but that would not be appropriate behavior. Her mind raced. So much had taken place in such a short amount of time. She wasn’t sure how she felt about the new information regarding her past, or what was going on between her and Lucas.

If anything.