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Cadet
Confusion Of Memories
Nadia, after being infected and having recovered decided to go into private practise.
Her job was to help companies retrieve stolen data. Since most groups do not like to
broadcast being stolen from, her various clients let go all their assailants, despite
all evidence against them. The problem is, once caught, some criminals want revenge.
On vacation at a resort she had her own cabin. Each visitor's cabin was far enough away
to nearly be in the wilderness all alone. After a hike in the woods she came back. Inside
her cabin she sat down in a chair, put a pair of headphones on with music.
Sitting, looking out a window at the pine trees, the scent wafted in along with a slight
chill. Suddenly a bear's face appeared and stuck its head inside the window. She jumped
and went for a gun. Then, turning around at the door was a man with a gun. A man then
climbed in the window. She could see someone pull the bearshead off their shoulders. That
person came around the front into the door.
"Nadia, you are under arrest."
"Who?"
"New agency."
"It's so secret, it doesn't have a name."
"Your not government!".
"Not your government OUR government!"
"What do you want with me?"
"Your Mr. Sloan was the one who released that infection into the water's of our
country."
"It wasn't me He was a man who made a bad decision."
"Of course, it was our couontry but our organization is interested in the green
revolution. This was, shall we say environmental blasphemy."
"I am not to blame for it."
"Then you do not deny being associated with them?"
"You have the knowledge of my whereabouts."
"At least you are straightforward."
"Your group."
"We represent a group that wishes to preserve the environment on behalf of the people
of the world."
"The people of the world need those who can make sound decisions without being bogged
down into argumentation by this side or that: Left right corporate, socialist, union."
"Who are you really?"
"Your an Eco Terrorist. We arrest you on behalf of the New Wilderness Initiative."
"N W I; you mean order."
"How come the rest of you don't talk?"
"Only a spokesman."
Outside she could here a Russian accent, one of them was on a cell phone."
"Agents! Who sent you?"
"Oh, Alex!"
"Sorry."
"Doesn't matter. We have her. Thirsty, have a drink."
He threw the water in her face. They sat her down. Whatever was in the water seeped
into her pores. It hurt so bad she covered her face and screamed. The pain was so
unbearable she passed out.
Nadia came to in a hosital room. She looked out the window, it was a long drop.
'Too bloody', she thought. She wondered why she said that then felt depressed.
Looking at the window she was relieved to see she wasn't harmed. She began to
cry uncontrollably. She thought of every agent she had ever had to kill. The
word blasphemy stuck out in her mind like the sound of a preacher on
television.
In her memories of being held captive, once, under the influence of hallucinogens
forced into by injection, the preacher on a television screen kept pointing at her
and say she was a blasphemer. Shaking a Bible at her she suddenly went blank. The
word appeared in brilliant gold letters on the black Bible: BLASPHEMY!
Lightning appeared in gold that almost appeared in the shape of the word then
nearly spelled KILLER
of the word outside the window. She jumped out.
Her eyes saw the blood trickle from her head onto the pavement. She woke up and
found herself in a hospital bed, chained, head bandaged and with Sydney looking at
her. When she got up her sister was not there. She merely thought she was there.
Later she was told by an agent who rescued her she had been tortured, passed out
and imagined the ehole event. It was a dream. The mind's unconscious confusing of
many different memories into a seemingly coherent sequence of events. She would\
eventually unravel the real stories from the fictional. For now she stared blankly
at the unadorned empty windowless room.
***********
as far as words on objects or in this case sky read one of Poe's stories.
Nadia, after being infected and having recovered decided to go into private practise.
Her job was to help companies retrieve stolen data. Since most groups do not like to
broadcast being stolen from, her various clients let go all their assailants, despite
all evidence against them. The problem is, once caught, some criminals want revenge.
On vacation at a resort she had her own cabin. Each visitor's cabin was far enough away
to nearly be in the wilderness all alone. After a hike in the woods she came back. Inside
her cabin she sat down in a chair, put a pair of headphones on with music.
Sitting, looking out a window at the pine trees, the scent wafted in along with a slight
chill. Suddenly a bear's face appeared and stuck its head inside the window. She jumped
and went for a gun. Then, turning around at the door was a man with a gun. A man then
climbed in the window. She could see someone pull the bearshead off their shoulders. That
person came around the front into the door.
"Nadia, you are under arrest."
"Who?"
"New agency."
"It's so secret, it doesn't have a name."
"Your not government!".
"Not your government OUR government!"
"What do you want with me?"
"Your Mr. Sloan was the one who released that infection into the water's of our
country."
"It wasn't me He was a man who made a bad decision."
"Of course, it was our couontry but our organization is interested in the green
revolution. This was, shall we say environmental blasphemy."
"I am not to blame for it."
"Then you do not deny being associated with them?"
"You have the knowledge of my whereabouts."
"At least you are straightforward."
"Your group."
"We represent a group that wishes to preserve the environment on behalf of the people
of the world."
"The people of the world need those who can make sound decisions without being bogged
down into argumentation by this side or that: Left right corporate, socialist, union."
"Who are you really?"
"Your an Eco Terrorist. We arrest you on behalf of the New Wilderness Initiative."
"N W I; you mean order."
"How come the rest of you don't talk?"
"Only a spokesman."
Outside she could here a Russian accent, one of them was on a cell phone."
"Agents! Who sent you?"
"Oh, Alex!"
"Sorry."
"Doesn't matter. We have her. Thirsty, have a drink."
He threw the water in her face. They sat her down. Whatever was in the water seeped
into her pores. It hurt so bad she covered her face and screamed. The pain was so
unbearable she passed out.
Nadia came to in a hosital room. She looked out the window, it was a long drop.
'Too bloody', she thought. She wondered why she said that then felt depressed.
Looking at the window she was relieved to see she wasn't harmed. She began to
cry uncontrollably. She thought of every agent she had ever had to kill. The
word blasphemy stuck out in her mind like the sound of a preacher on
television.
In her memories of being held captive, once, under the influence of hallucinogens
forced into by injection, the preacher on a television screen kept pointing at her
and say she was a blasphemer. Shaking a Bible at her she suddenly went blank. The
word appeared in brilliant gold letters on the black Bible: BLASPHEMY!
Lightning appeared in gold that almost appeared in the shape of the word then
nearly spelled KILLER
of the word outside the window. She jumped out.
Her eyes saw the blood trickle from her head onto the pavement. She woke up and
found herself in a hospital bed, chained, head bandaged and with Sydney looking at
her. When she got up her sister was not there. She merely thought she was there.
Later she was told by an agent who rescued her she had been tortured, passed out
and imagined the ehole event. It was a dream. The mind's unconscious confusing of
many different memories into a seemingly coherent sequence of events. She would\
eventually unravel the real stories from the fictional. For now she stared blankly
at the unadorned empty windowless room.
***********
as far as words on objects or in this case sky read one of Poe's stories.