Rejects

Flight

    Rachel say up in bed. Her muscles ached with every simple movement. Her head was pounding in sync with her heart beat. She could feel plastic stitches on her face, running in jagged lines. They stung with the little brush of her fingertips. Her mind was all garbled, swirling. She had felt sick before but not like this kind. She felt awful, awful for what happened.
    She looked at the calender next to her bed, 2090? But it's 2016? It has to be... men came in with dark black uniforms that tightly fit their bodies that were lightly armored. They walked, smooth and stopped right in front of her hostpital bed. Rachel could barely her heart throbbing in her throat. 
    "This is droid 112, reporting." He said in a mundane tone.
    "Then it really is 2090?!" She gasped.
    Another droid stepped in, she was tall, sharp jawline, high cheekbones and a symmetrical face. She had an hour glass body design and platinum gold body design.
     A doctor also stepped in, Rachel suspected he was human but the two droids standing in front of her also looked human. He stepped forward with a metal frame with a holographic screen in his hands and put in some data and stores it in files.
    Is, is this what my parents were trying to protect me from? The future? Rachel thought.
   "Client, those were not your parents, merely droids." Said the female droid.
    "Can't you read thoughts?" Rachel muttered.
     "Correct." Answered the other male droids.
      Then my real parents must be alive still... she thought.
    "Don't jump to conclusions client, there is not enough evidence." Said the male droid.
    The doctor looked up from his poetry screen. He seemed more terrified then Rachel. His shoulders were tense and he always had his eyebrows raised which gave folds on his forehead.
    "Excuse me can you turn it off? I would like my thoughts to myself." Rachel muttered.
    "Brain wave analysis, disarmed." Chimed the droids.
   "Much appreciated, now doctor do me a big favor," Rachel said send looked for something hard.
   "And bang me in the head with that stand thing as hard as you can." She said pointing to the metal stand holding bags of fluid.
    The doctor chuckled, "now why would I do that? My job is to merely save your life not endanger it."
    "If you wanna save my life then do it." Rachel groaned.
   The doctor grinned and tucked away his port screen behind his white long coat. Rachel guessed that there was some pock inside.
    "Is it really 2090?" She asked.
   The doctor snickered, "as sure as the sky is black."
    "Black? I thought it was blue!" She blurted.
   "We removed a chip implanted in your cornea so you could see what the person who planted it would want to see." Said the doctor.
    Rachel rubbed her eyes, "then everything I thought was real, was fake."
    "Correct. But you will realize that everything is better then it used to be in 2016." He said.
    "You sound disgusted with 2016." She said and crossed her arms.
     The doctors face was a little flushed, "2016 was a mistake, terrorists, barking and stupid politicians, useless technology for fun, and awful music." He muttered.
    "I actually like Taylor Swift..." Rachel muttered.
   The doctor seemed annoyed at this point there was no reason in making him even more flustered.
    "The droids will answer your questions, I'll discharge you and your will be sent to your division." He muttered and walked out of the room.
   "Division?" She repeated.
   The male android lurched for her and wrapped his fingers around her small skinny arms. His cold touch sent a shock through her body, making it seize up without any control. Her muscles became involuntary, not doing as she commands. She flinched when he hoisted her off the bed and slung her over his shoulders while the other android marched behind.
    She tried to scream but nothing would work, like her body had shut down on her while her conscious state remained. An awful nightmare where you try to run but you cant. She became limp like a soggy noodle.
    Right now her mind was trying to catch up on what was happening. Divisions? Like states right? Where am I heading and what did that android do to me? She thought.
    "112, allow the girl to speak. She might have questions." The female droid ordered.
    She felt a cold hand brush against her skin and it shocked through her throat. She tried screaming but what came out was raspy and silent.
   "You may speak, no yelling." Said droid 112.
    "Where are we going?!" Rachel snapped.
   "To your division." He repeated in a mundane tone.
    Rachel furrowed her brow, division is math stuff, math has numbers, codes have secret numbers, you can't tell someone a secret, no telling or your a tattle tail, cats have tails, cars are soft, feather pillows are soft, birds have feathers, birds fly, planes fly, planes have people, people are sleeping, animals sleep, animals eat food, the sun makes food, the sun is a star, Taylor Swift was a star, Taylor Swift sang songs, songs have lyrics, poetry includes lyrics, poetry is a form of writting, you write with a pencil, pencils are made with wood, wood comes from trees, trees are tall, Mount everest is tall, Mount everest is is a mountain, it stays in the name, people have names... my name is Rachel.... this is getting no where, she thought hopelessly.
    "What's my division?" She asked.
   "Rachel, Whitehouse. Current division standard... Beastly." Said 112.
   Small needles pricked her skin, like little ants with swords crawled on her skin jabbing their small swords. She winced, ever so slightly.
   "What's Beastly?" Rachel wondered out loud.
   "Your division. There are three, beautiful and beastly. Separating the lower class and higher class. Your division is assigned based upon appearance." Answered the female droid.
   They took a turn in the hallway which they pushed open an air locked clear glass door leading outside. Sure enough there was no more blue sky, the was swallowed by the oblivious black dark that cloaked the sky. Then what would night look like?
    Rachel was hoisted down from 112's shoulders and laid in the back of a hovering van. Like, it was floating in mid air. The bottom was metal with magnetic waves that rejected the Earth's magnetic pull. This truly was the future, of the world.
    "What's the difference in divisions?" Rachel asked as 112 strapped the buckle across her shoulders and buckled her in.
   112 kept a firm face, "It should make sense... ah fuck," he muttered.
    Rachel raised an eyebrow. 112 cheeks flustered, "androids don't have emotions do they?" She asked.
    112 looked up with a worried look, "no." He whispered.
    He held a finger to his mouth telling her to be silent.
    Rachel nodded, although her "father" told her not to trust anybody she believed that she could trust this guy. I mean after all, what can go wrong with a cute guy?