They had him hooked up to the machine again. The
whispering campaign in the Veterans hospital had told him this wasn't part
of 'therapy' at all. He was serving his country again as part of a 'grand
new experiment'.
He didn't mind. With only stumps for arms and
legs, he'd given up caring long ago. There was a certain pleasure in being
hooked up to the machine, anyway. His mind could forget, for a while, the
agony of his existence. He wasn't much of a hi-tech person. He wasn't even
sure what they called the thing. Stark white panels vibrating seriously.
Needles darting on display panels. The staff never told him anything, and
he didn't expect them to. Sullen, they were, as long as they lasted — and
none of them did. Pay was low and benefits disappearing as the government
geared up for another blast at health care reform.
They all took it out on the stumps ... the
patients. Dirty bed pans, cold food, and long blank days with nothing to
do but wait for the next one. Yeah, he didn't mind the machine. It gave him
something to do.
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"He's doing it again!!!"
"I see... Look at that hologram he's
casting! He's growing arms and legs! It's no longer just feeding back the
image he has of himself ... He's actually working the system!"
"I told you that new Alpha software design
would work. this is going to knock the socks of the brass! It's our ticket
out of here!"
"You mean your going to tell them now???
You been fiddling with this thing on your own for too long to tell them.
They don't even know you been using the old mainframes in the basement to
set up the system!"
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He could hear them. He wasn't sure how. He stared
down at the shimmering ghost that was his new image and raised a hand up before
his face for inspection. He could see too. See and hear. His hands stroked
down the clean lines of his arms, and he felt the electric crackle of purring
energy dart through him. Feel, too. It was like living in a dream ... to
be able to walk again. |
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"What's happening? Did you see
that? He's getting more solid!"
"Quiet! I need to study this! How's the juice?"
"We got plenty. We're stealing it from the
X-ray machine up in Wing C. Don't worry about it. What's he doing now? I
lost him on the monitor."
"Shut up. Let him go. He'll be back when the
drugs wear off. He'll be remembering it as a dream, just like the other times."
"Yeah, poor slob. Poor half dead slob. We're
doing him a favor, and he doesn't even know it."
He had to remember to cast a shadow.
It was a little tricky at first, until he figured out how to fill in his image.
Once learned, it was like any other habit. You just put it on automatic and
it happened. He needed practice walking. He was okay on flat surfaces but
what about stairs? That's the ticket. Find some stairs. He moved like a ghost.
Too quiet. With concentrated effort, he added the sound of walking, the sound
of his ragged breathing as he climbed. So much to create to make this real.
She glanced behind her, startled.
Pretty. Neat features in a nurse's uniform. "Hey, what are you doing up here?
Visitors aren't allowed on this floor." Clear green eyes studied him, waiting
for his answer.
"I'm sorry ... didn't mean to startle you.
Here to fix the ... machine."
"Oh! Your a Tech. That explains it." Her smile
was easy. Reassuring as reality took familiar form again. "It's down there,
two flights down. Say hi to Stevens when you see him for me, ok? I'm Jan."
She patted her hair before turning back to folding sheets.
"Stevens," he said to himself.
Yes, he'd be sure to say hi to Stevens. He laughed inside himself ... the
echos disappearing into the machine somewhere. He followed them with his
thoughts ... It was easier to work on the machine this way ... through his
thoughts, than it was to walk down the two flights of stairs, but he was
getting the hang of it by the time he hit the last floor. He wanted to see
the machine and not just the monitors they had him hooked up too.
It felt strange. He was awake now, but still hooked
up. He watched through the monitors as they wheeled him away. It was like
cloning himself. Being in two places at once. Schizy and weird, but what a
feeling of power! ...and to have arms and legs again, that was the miracle!
He didn't think how he was managing to
stay hooked up. He and the machine had done it together. Some form of remote
feed directly to his own brain's alpha waves. He'd picked up something through
the hospital grapevine about the techs experimenting with that with computers,
but living it was something else.
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He stopped the double vision by
willing his stump to drowsy half sleep, and stared at the machine, seeing
it from inside and out. Beautiful!. Lines of energy pulsing. Microcircuits
streaming information back and forth like flexing muscles. Beautiful!
They never turned it off, and he was glad of
that now. Stevens figured the administration would notice changes in power
being used faster than if he was constantly sucking it into the machine.
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What was this? His thoughts followed the sudden
change in energy flow. The thing was hooked up to the outer world through
a phone line! Modem ... yes, that's what they called it. He let his thoughts
flow with the new flux of energy, his image of his new whole body slowly dissolving
into fading shadow again as he became one with the machine. |
"Hi..."
He was startled. Someone was talking
to him from another computer. He sensed it was a woman. He'd forgotten the
pleasure of being accepted, of being greeted by a simple hello.
"Hi... I've missed you."
"No you haven't... I know what you are!"
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He felt a sudden surge of despair. Even here?
Even strangers knew? His lack of privacy was like a hangman's noose around
his life.
"You do?"
"Yes ... you're just a computer program ...
of a male surrogate date, but you're good ... very good."
He laughed. She had it so wrong. How to show
her how wrong she was? Then he knew ... really show her ...
He moved through the fiber optics following
the stream of their conversation to her computer terminal ... checking the
machine's capabilities as he went ... yes, it was possible ...
He stood behind her ... liking
the vulnerable curve of her neck as she stared into the monitor of the home
computer. He recognized so many things he'd only seen on the black and white
tv at the Veterans hospital. Seeing them in color brought them to life. He
checked his shadow self consciously and spoke.
"Hi Linda..."
"John?"
She jumped, turning around to see him. Confusion
in her eyes. "How did you get in here??? What ARE you???"
"Shhh .... isn't it enough that I found a way
to get here?" The dreams and memories were mingling now, of talking with
her before, from the machine. It was nice to find out she wasn't part of
the dreams ... she was part of the new reality.
He wondered just how real he could make himself
as he took her, trembling, into his strong arms. Comforting her felt marvelous.
He wondered why stump's eyes were filled with tears.
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Revised: March 11, 1999
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