Dollerhove is sitting at an old desk with a dusty frame propped up against stacks of medical textbooks. The frame contains a diploma from a medical institute, issued to "Doctor Katya Dollerhove". The diploma is from 2001.
"Could you say that again, Dr Brunstein," she demands of the person at the other end of the phone.
="C'mon Kat. Don't you think this joke has gone far enough?" the man at the other end sigh. "The so called images you've sent me couldn't be from a coma patient. They do, however, look like the typical images from some badly written, albeit well researched, sci-fi flick. The purported activity in the pituitary gland is typical of someone who wants to display psychic powers. So, fess up; you're pulling my leg, right?"=
Dollerhove leans back and stares blankly ahead of her. Under her stringy ashenblonde hair, the brow furrows and her eyes narrow.
"I thought I had you there, Albert," she answers without conviction and ends the call.
Turning slightly to the right, she urges a computer into life and starts opening files from a folder labelled "Sunken_Tower.13-2"Images of a normal looking baby with white curly hair next to a tiny goat wrapped in the same pastel blue swath are followed by photos of the boy called 13-2, standing against a plain white wall. She scrolls further down and the photos describe Lamark's journey into adolescence. Brain scans are pulled from a sub-folder and reports from "Brand, Niles" are skimmed.
"No sign of psychic abilities," Dollerhove mutters to herself. "Could this be an emergence? No one has displayed multiple.." she continues, as her eyes land on a remark about 13-2 being observed to form an anti-/sympathy for 05-6.
Eyes slowly widening in some unspoken realization rising like the early sun, she follows the lead into the files on 05-6 by "Markart, Ashley". Another series of photos show a pouty young girl mature into Stella. Brain scans are pulled up, compared and found eerily similar. The final note on 05-6 from Ashley Markart reveals that 05-6 was slated for sale to a client in the Middle East, when an emergent hostile aspect to her telepathic abilities presented itself, mid-transport. The girl was transferred to The Stables for further study. Without quite looking away from the screen, she fumbles for the phone on the table and pushes a button for speed-dial.
"Directress," she says, without further introduction. "Where is 05-6 right now, and what's she doing?"
Two and a half hours after the call ended, the two women are once more coming down to the lowest floor on the elevator. This time, they step from the elevator escorted by one of the guards.In silence, they proceed to the sliding door, Dollerhove enters the code. Still without any spoken communication, the two women move inside, while the guard takes up position outside the door, relaxing a little, as it slides closed.
Alone
Stella had gone.
She had gone, just as he had..
Just as he had..
There had been a question; an important one maybe.
Hovering in the faintly bluish void, he drifted for a while, struggling to remember.
Stella had been explaining things to him. It had been important.
So, he had asked her something. Something about the things she explained?
And now she was gone.
What had happened to her?
What had happened to him? How could Stella be there to explain anything to him? She had been Fetched years ago. How could she return to him? No one ever returned. Once you were Fetched, you stayed gone.
Where was this void anyway?
Why didn't anything make sense like it used to?
You had your room, where you slept and rested. When they were younger, Papas and Mamas came to visit and they had had games. Then the games had moved with them down.No.Not games. Training. They were special kids and their specialties were being trained; honed for..
For selling.
They were. Going to be sold. The Papas and Mamas were grooming them to be sold off to.. to whom?
And then he had asked the question, and Stella was gone.
Had the question done that?
Did he make Stella go away, because he asked a dumb question?
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Children of the New Dawn n-logy: Book 2 - Liberated.
Fantasy"After an adjusted new way of living, Fae, Lamark and Dylan continue their own personal journeys towards their goal of knowing the truth. The Institute is changing, and the children are evolving. Becoming much more powerful, and intellectual. What w...
