I was so preoccupied with trying to understand the user interface that I missed a nurse walking by. It wasn’t fully my fault; the scrubs covering her generous frame were almost the exact shade of the hallway’s teal walls. It also didn’t help that nearly everyone in the place was wearing either a lab coat or green scrubs. At a certain point, my mind had just started filtering them out. In the nick of time, I found the lock door icon on the console and pushed it.
“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing?” the nurse asked, pounding on the TC door. She was broad-shouldered, a full foot taller than me, with thick black braids.
“Oh.” Shit. “Hi. I’m fixing this console. Someone broke it.”
“What? Since when do IT employees wear hospital gowns?” It was a fair point. She tried to scan me on her comms, then looked alarmed. “Hey, why aren’t you registering? What’s going on here?”
I had nothing. Stall. “Do you know what an ayah is?”
“Stay right there! I’m calling security.”
Double shit. If the cops get here, IT will be on me in moments. May as well stick to my guns. I’m not getting out of here any other way. I slowly rotated my body away from her as I worked at the console.
“Code Yellow,” reverberated an announcement throughout the hospital. “Security to TC chamber.”
I hit a few more icons, but the user interface might as well have been in hieroglyphics. The chair levitated back and forth, then a wall nozzle sprayed it with disinfectant foam. This wasn’t going well.
Upstairs, Moti heard the announcement. “Shit. Zaki! That idiot is going to get himself killed!”
“Maybe that’s what he wants?” suggested the big man.
“You stay here,” said Moti, then he went scrambling down the fire stairs. As he ran, he pulled up a map of the hospital on his comms and located the TC.
He reached the chamber to find me facing off with the red-faced nurse, two hospital security guards, and the janitor bot, which had been notified there really was a mess now in the TC.
Moti stepped in front of them, his back to me. He began talking in a low, urgent but reasonable voice. I had been on the receiving end of that voice for the last day, and I knew what it could do. Whatever he said caught the nurse by surprise. With a glass wall between us, I couldn’t hear what they were whispering to each other. Eventually, the nurse shook her head, and said, “No, that’s impossible.” To which Moti merely shrugged, and made a Go comm somebody who cares gesture. The nurse took him up on the challenge, making a few gestures of her own.
The look on her face indicated she was rather disgruntled by whatever it was whomever she’d commed had told her. She looked at Moti incredulously, then shot an icy This ain’t over glance at me, then leveled a warning finger at Moti. He simply shrugged as the irate nurse and the security guards walked off down the hallway. The hospital alarm stopped before they were around the corner.
Moti turned back to me. I expected him to be angry, but he was smiling. “Yoel. So you want to be an Aher, not a Job, eh?”
“Shut the fuck up, Moti,” I said, continuing to scan the TC console. “I’m going to get my wife.” I found a destination icon, but it seemed like it wanted me to enter three dimensions of coordinates.
Fuck, how do you work this fucking thing?
“You don’t even have a working comms. What will you do in Costa Rica?”
“I’ll figure it out. I’m not sure how, but I’ll figure it out. She’s my wife; I’m not leaving her in the hands of a bunch of Costa Rican terrorists.”
The door opened and Moti walked inside.
“How the hell did you—” He came at me at a brisk, aggressive pace. I braced myself, anticipating violence. Instead he grasped me by both shoulders.
“You do not understand how this works,” Moti said, his eyes piercing me like twin machetes. “The enemy you would attack is everywhere, global. You need to be quick and invisible. Until today, you lived in a world where the worst thing that could happen was an app not wanting to pay you when you bullshit it. Or your wife doesn’t give you enough attention because she’s too busy with work. These are the kind of problems you can solve. This, well…” He sighed.
“Ayah don’t give a shit. You can take me back, lock me up again, but I’ll keep finding ways to escape, even if I have to salt every app you’ve got. My wife has been kidnapped. What would you do?”
At this, Moti smiled wide. As I huffed in anger, I noticed a distinct change manifest in him. Where once there was pity, the kind one might feel for a dumb pigeon that kept flying into windows, there was now a tinge of respect. I guess I had said the right thing. Or I’d flown into enough windows that he realized helping me would be easier than dealing with my flattened corpse.
He turned and went to the console, hitting a few icons. The TC powered up, and the chair levitated into position. Moti made a few comms-related gestures. “I will give you something that will help.”
“Is it a weapon?”
“It is bread crumbs, Yoel.” As I stared blankly, he picked up a dry-erase marker from underneath a room-cleaning roster board. He took ahold of my left wrist and begin to ink numbers onto my forearm. “A trail. These are the last known GDS coordinates for your wife, and most likely your ‘other,’” he explained. “The numbers will lead you to them.”
“I’d still rather have a weapon,” I said, but studied the numbers grudgingly. Why is this guy helping me all of a sudden? I’m not one to kick a gift horse in the nuts, but I didn’t see what he was getting out of the deal.
“I am pretty sure I am sending you to die,” he said, “but you have earned my respect. If this is what you wish, I will honor it. Even if my superiors will probably, as you say, ‘rip me a new one.’” He gave a wry grin, then was back to business. “But at least you will die with honor, and that is something worth living for. Now, have you ever driven a car?”
“Yes. I mean—not in real life, just in video games.”
“Even better!” he said, clapping his hands. “You will need to steal an ambulance. You don’t have your comms, which is a good thing right now because people are hunting you. But not so good for driving. The good news is that ambulances have a manual mode you can switch to in case they have to drive somewhere strange to save somebody. So use manual mode plus the GDS coordinates, and drive the ambulance to your wife. Got it?”
“I think so. Thanks, you know, for your help.”
He waved me off. “Sit in the chair,” he instructed.
I turned to face it. It was identical to every chair I’d ever seen in a Punch Escrow room, except for the color scheme. Traditionally, Punch Escrow chairs are maroon and gold, whereas this one was black. Now that I was finally on my way, I found myself hesitating. Thinking about all the vapor and dust I was about to leave behind. Being cleared.
“Don’t worry, Yoel,” said Moti, laying a heavy hand on my shoulder. “You have done it many times already.”
I nodded, then sat in the chair to face him.
“Also, find some clothes when you arrive. Your ass is hanging out.” He went to the console, tapping a few commands. I saw SAN JOSé HOSPITAL CIMA appear on the destination screen. My hands gripped the armrests.
“One last question for you,” he said.
“Yeah?”
“How did you convince my room to poison you? It is not every day an app breaks the First Law of Robotics and almost kills a man.”