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Goodbye, Alice

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Alice woke to the pleasant humming sound of her alarm. Rubbing her eyes, she looked to her white robot plugged into its charging station on the other side of the room. “Thank you, R.B.B.T.”

The robot’s white, glowing eyes flickered to life as the sound ceased. Ethereal voice sounding. “Good morning, Alice.”

She watched it rise with the grace and fluidity clearly not based off human movement. The exotic android was sleek, built for speed. As per the alien race that inspired its design. Why it was her household robot, she wasn’t sure. But she had it ever since she could remember.

“Morning request, ma’am?”

“The usual.” She performed her morning ritual of stretches as the tint of her windows changed from black to almost clear, letting in the simulated sun. Then she moved to her bathroom. The door slid open in response.

R.B.B.T. entered the bedroom. “Breakfast is ready.”

Alice braided her light hair in a ponytail. Paused. Studied the mirror. Tilting her head, she ran her fingers down her neck. Her brows furrowed at the faint bump and discoloration that traversed around the middle of her neck. Something she never paid attention to before.

The android shifted. “Breakfast is ready, ma’am.”

She leaned closer to the mirror. “I know, but how did I get this? I don’t remember doing anything that could cause this. It’s like a scar.”

The robot’s eyes turned red as it sent a beacon to its true master.

There was a flash of light in the front room of the virtual house. The feminine voice of the home echoed. “General Cooper has arrived.”

Alice poked her head out of the bathroom, running to the front room. “Dad!” She threw her arms around him. Then frowned at his stern face. “What’s wrong?”

He sat her down. “R.B.B.T. has notified me you discovered the scar around your neck.”

One of her brows lifted. “Yes? What is this all about?”

Sighing, he sat across from her. Put a hand on her knee. “Do you remember you’re an agent for me and the government?”

“Yes…I just went on a mission not too long ago…”

“Well, last rotation, you were assigned to a highly sensitive mission. One I didn’t even know all the details for. Our greatest enemy traveled back in time to rewrite the future to her design. You were sent after her, you being our top agent. With its impressive shifting abilities, R.B.B.T. was sent along with you.”

Alice glanced at the exotic robot.

General Cooper continued. “Our enemy had been there long enough, she killed the king and placed herself as queen. We didn’t know at the time. We sent you straight in to explain a pre-scripted situation to the king. She had you beheaded on the spot. Thankfully, R.B.B.T. is equipped with the most advanced in medical science. It killed the queen and saved you simultaneously. It was able to fuse your head back on. Our damages team handled the rest.”

She sat in silence, blinking. Not given enough time to process the information. “This doesn’t make any sense…why don’t I remember any of this?”

“The queen, the enemy, was your mother.”

Her eyes lifted, realizing why her memory had been wiped. “How many times have we had this conversation?”

His expression stiffened. “About three times a week. There is so much we keep you from remembering. It’s why we keep you in constant surveillance at this facility. Your world that you think exists no longer does. You loved those Wonderland myths so much, your mother wanted to emulate them. In a way, I think she succeeded.”

“Why are you telling me this now?”

“Because your memory will be wiped once more. Goodbye, Alice. I’ll see you the next time this happens.”

“What? That’s it? You incredulously deceiving person!” She rose from her chair. Only to be forced back down by R.B.B.T. She screamed and kicked, but nothing set her free.

General Cooper transported out of the virtual house to monitor the rest from a station in the corner of the simulation room.

The last thing she experienced before she would forget was seeing the android’s white eyes blending into one piercing light, blinding her vision. And its mellifluous voice growing more distant as consciousness faded.

“Goodbye, Alice.”


Thornne and Hyalus

We have finally moved into our house! That being said, I’m hoping to get back into a regular rhythm of posting again. The two characters I’m about to introduce to you came to me in a dream. They’re an interesting pair. I hope you like them as much as I do.

 

Sure, she may be unique, but she wasn’t that special. She was an average, mid-twenties young woman. At least, that’s what Thornne kept telling herself. Okay, so her mother’s prayers were answered, and she became imbued with the powers of an ancient goddess. Big deal. She didn’t ask for it. But as long as her mother got what she wanted. All she wanted was to work on Mr. Sexy–her 1968 Corvette convertible she bought for $1,000 cash.

The rest of her cash was spent on a full sleeve tattoo she got on her right arm. A variety of black and white roses with thorned stems twisting down her appendage and onto her hand. She barely felt the pain. There was enough of it that she had already endured. Needles and ink didn’t amount to anything. She did it alone. Just like she did everything. She preferred it that way. Being alone–

A shrill ring of the doorbell made her sigh and lift her head. Who, on God’s green earth, could that be? She pushed herself out from underneath her classic car. Rose and grabbed a stained rag. With a look of irritation, she threw it over her shoulder when she finished cleaning her hands. Crossed the three bedroom home and opened the front door.

Her emotionless face didn’t change at the 6’5″ well-muscled man on her porch. “What you want?”

Hyalus seemed offended. “Is that any way to greet a friend?”

“Didn’t know we were friends.” Thornne moved out of the way. “But, by all means, come on in.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” He removed his hoodie after she shut the door, revealing his abnormality. His upper right arm had been replaced with clear glass. Minimal electronics surrounded an empty vial in the center.

She tightened her lime green ponytail. “What you want?”

Before he responded, he grabbed her left arm. Marks littered her forearm. “What are these? And don’t even think about shapeshifting to cover them up.”

Her rose-colored eyes drilled him. “I was deciding where I want my next tattoo.”

He matched her stare. “I know scars when I see them. Thornne, we talked about you hurting yourself.” Sighing, he released her arm. “But I know you never listen to a word I say.”

“Did you come here just to lecture me?”

“No. I need recharged. They’re sending me on a mission.”

She pivoted without a word, heading back to the garage. Hyalus followed without his normal chatter. Not that she was complaining. Throwing the rag onto the workbench, she dragged a stool to a slim machine in the corner. That stupid machine.

Hyalus had been part of a secret government experiment. Go figure. For whatever reason, they wanted glass soldiers. At least, that’s what she got out of it. But glass is fragile. So along came Rosalee the Sorceress. She lived across the street and ran a small coffee shop. If you were a rude customer, she would give you a shot of bad luck with that espresso. But anyway, Hyalus’s arm became enchanted, and he occassionally had to juice. She didn’t know why she was responsible for the machine.

She hated Hyalus. Hated everyone. Except for Rosalee. She liked that witch. Which is probably why the sorceress convinced her to take the device. Whatever. So what she was good with machines? That didn’t mean anything. She continuously glared at Hyalus as he hooked himself up to the charging station and began filling the vial with “essence,” as Rosalee so eloquenly put it.

“I have room for one more,” the unwanted guest said.

“No.”

“Come on. You used to be one of the best. We were a great team.”

Thornne blew a lime strand out of her face. “We were never a team. And no matter what you say, I will never go back. Don’t you remember that Tollack tried assassinating me?”

“Only because you changed who you were.”

“I shifted shape. That’s all.”

Hyalus threw up his unconnected arm. “You changed sides!”

“Because his way was ludicrous. From the beginning, he’s never trusted me. I knew that then. I know that now. That’s why you’re my babysitter. I can’t do anything without supervision.”

“In his defense, you are known for backstabbing people.”

“And?”

“And there’s nothing else to it. You can’t expect people to trust you when they know you can’t trust yourself.”

She rolled her eyes and turned. “You know your way out.”

“After all these years, I’ve been wondering something.”

“What?”

“Why is your name Thornne? It has nothing to do with your powers.”

“Because I’m a thorn in everybody’s side.” Her ears could still hear her mother’s jeers, all the nastiness. She didn’t do what her mother wanted, and that made her the evil one. Walking back inside the house, she slammed the door closed. Slammed away the voices.


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