Final part!
Dreams of the sailing ship never leave me. Sometimes I feel like they are more than dreams. A memory, old and distant. A feeling like I've been there. Similar to how I feel about her….as if I've known her for ages. And the dreams only started after I met her…
I feel the pressure on my chest again. My consciousness slowly creeps into my brain, but this time I don't panic. Somehow I know we're safe. I just want to see what causes the pressure. My eyelids flutter open ever so slightly, and what I see surprises me.
Her head is lying on my chest, her eyes closed as if sleeping. Suddenly I begin to worry. Did she have a nitemare? Did she see something bad? I should probably ask her.
I slowly rise, supporting my body with elbows. She wakes too and raises her head from me. Her eyes are fixed on mine.
"Are you alrite?" I'm really worried.
She's quiet for a while, and then: "I know…it is forbidden…" Her gaze moves on to my lips.
Is this really happening? Is she asking what I think she is? Can I really be that lucky?
She leans toward me, our faces getting closer and closer. A small hesitation and then our lips meet.
Oh, how much I longed to do this! But I still hold back, it's her first kiss after all. It has to be gentle. My hand slowly finds its way to her neck.
Our first kiss is innocent, short, but amazing. I pull back a little and see her smiling. I couldn't be happier. She leans for another kiss.
This time, it's more passionate. Neither of us holds back anymore. And why should we?
Soon we are both stripped of our clothes. She's a bit nervous, having no idea what to xpect. But she trusts me, and that's more than enough.
When I wake, she's still sleeping in my arms. I smile. But then I wonder…was it too soon? Was she ready for this? She's only had her first kiss yesterday, was it rite to move things so fast? We both wanted it, the smarter part of my conscience reminds me. And there is not much time left for either of us. This was maybe our last chance. I sigh. Knowing where I'll be taking her later this day, I know it is true. She will change her mind, and she will follow General's plan. And then… Stop it, Chang, don't think any further. Nobody knows for sure what the future holds; it's the present that is important. Now enjoy it while it lasts.
I focus on the woman in my arms. Rite. She is mine and I am hers. Nothing else matters.
A giant freiter named GEO-R93 is in the docks. Sonmi watches as her fellow Fabricant servers from Papa Song's line the docks and board the freiter. She doesn't look at me as I approach her.
"This is what the General wanted me to see?"
When I don't respond immediately she turns to me. I nod and give her a red Aide uniform.
Once inside the ship, a chorus echoes all over the place. The Hymns of Freedom and Xultation. Dressed in the Aide uniforms, we watch an endless crowd of singing twelve-starred Fabricants walk aboard and make their way towards their…freedom. They are all xcited.
But Sonmi realizes something isn't rite. "They believe they're going to Xultation. But they are not, are they?"
Her eyes are fixed on the marching servers. I don't answer her question; she doesn't need me to.
The next part of the ship I take her to is also the worst one. I hate myself for bringing her here, and I hate the General for forcing her to witness this.
As we enter, she begins to tremble. Whatever she xpected, this is far beyond that. She watches with horror as hundreds and hundreds of Fabricant bodies are recycled. An army of automatons equipped with saws, scissors and other various tools burn clothes, cut off heads, hands and feet, peel skin… She's speechless; she didn't xpect such cruelty even towards clones.
My voice is lifeless as I tell her the harsh truth. "The genomics industry demands a huge quantity of biomatter for wombtanks. But more importantly to sustain their engineered labor force. Recycled Fabricants are a cheap source of protein."
"Soap." Her voice is shaking. "They feed us to ourselves."
We're back in my house in Huamndonggil. After our return, Sonmi won't talk at all; all she does is sit on the bed and stare into nothingness. I don't blame her, or myself, or even the General. It isn't our fault; the authorities that allow such heinous acts are the ones to blame. But I can't stand looking at her being so broken and horrified, so I take her into my arms. She can't hold it in anymore and begins crying. No words of comfort can possibly make her feel better, so I just lie down with her, curl around her trembling body and hold her as she quietly weeps. We stay like this for hours.
"That ship…" she finally says, "that ship must be destroyed."
"Yes."
"The systems that built them must be torn down."
"Yes."
"No matter if we're born in a tank or a womb, we are all Pureblood."
"Yes."
"We must all fight, and if necessary, die, to teach people the truth."
When my response doesn't come, she turns to me. I stare at her face for a moment before I reply.
"This is what we have been waiting for."
She gives me a sad smile. We both know what's going to happen now. And as much as the thought hurts me, I know she made the rite decision. And the General got what he wanted.
"I'm so sorry," she whispers.
I kiss her. "Don't be. You're doing the rite thing. This," I point at us, "wasn't even supposed to happen. It'd be much easier if it didn't happen. But, as selfish as it may be, I am glad it did."
"So am I." She snuggles into my chest and I hold her, savoring the last moments we have left together.
The next morning, Sonmi is taken to our satellite link, where she is to broadcast her Revelation to the Twelve States and Four Off-World Colonies. She is put into the broadcast booth while I am assigned commanding the soldiers. There aren't many of us, but our goal isn't to win or even survive; we only have to buy her time and protect her for as long as possible. There is no saving her, she herself agreed to be xecuted by Unanimity after the broadcast. I'm glad I wouldn't have to witness that.
It doesn't take long for the Enforcers to show up.
"To be is to be perceived," her voice echoes around the station.
The doors are being assailed. We still have some time.
"And so to know thyself is only possible thru the eyes of the other."
I turn and look at her. This is probably the last time I see her. Emotions flood me as our eyes meet. I wish we had more time together.
We ready our weapons as the doors are almost stormed.
"The nature of our immortal lives is in the consequences of our words and deeds that go on and are pushing themselves thruout all time."
The doors xplode. Both the Enforcers and my soldiers open fire. But the Enforcers have grenades, and waste no time with using them. Two of my groups go flying, while the rest shoot at the enemy.
"Our lives are not our own."
More xplosions, more fallen soldiers.
"From womb to tomb, we are bound to others. Past and present."
I grab a grenade and toss it into the enemy ranks, then shoot at them. Men get shot on both sides. Another grenade hits us.
"And by each crime, and every kindness, we birth our future."
I get hit by an xplosion and fly thru the air. When I land, I know it's over for me. I manage to turn my head to look at Sonmi once more. Her crying face is the last thing I see.
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