These Dreams…
By: Seuss Fan
(Note: I do not own Repo! or any of its characters. So, Terrance Zdunich and Darren Smith please do not sue me!)
Chapter 6: Free at last…
Sasha woke up three days later to find herself strapped into a hospital bed. No one was by her side. She was all alone. Her only company being the heart monitor that chronicled the beating of her brand new heart. Sasha examined the stitches that graced her chest. If only she could tear them away. But what would be the point? She had officially become a slave to the company she once hated. There was nothing she could do about it now.
"It's good to see you're up Sasha. I'm Dr. Rosenbloom, the head cardiologist at Geneco."
"Its displeasure to meet you."
"I know you have a grievance against Geneco for whatever reason and I'm very sorry for that. However, I've been assigned to your case so no matter how hard you try you're stuck with me."
"What a joy."
"As peer procedure once a patient wakes up out of their coma it's necessary to perform certain tests. Just to make sure your brain wasn't affected by the surgery."
"But the surgery was performed on my heart, not my head."
"Once again, it's procedure. Now you seem fairly competent as it is but if I don't fill out these reports I'll get shopped back to England and we wouldn't want that, would we?"
"I might."
"Ms. Albright. Please cooperate."
"Sorry."
"What year is it?"
"It just became 2030 six months ago."
"Very good. How old are you?"
"Almost 22."
"Good. When is your birthday?"
"June 6th, 2008."
"Perfect. Alright, I think that will be all. I'll be in later to check on that heart of yours."
"I'll be counting down the hours."
"GeneCo saved your life you know. It'd be nice if you showed some gratitude."
"I'll show gratitude when pigs fly."
"Right then. I'll see you later Ms. Albright. And about that gratitude, for the love of God, get some."
"I wish I could say the same for you and your bonehead employer." Sasha muttered under her breath as she watched Dr. Rosenbloom scurry away from her room.
After Sasha was released from the hospital she decided to go back to school and finish her studies. There was no use in fighting GeneCo anymore. She needed to go out and find a job so she could begin to make payment on her heart. GeneCo had given her a second chance at life. There was no going back now; Sasha was part of the trap.
Sasha completed her degree in psychology and gave her parents something to be proud of. She began work as an assistant in a psychiatrist's office. She made regular payments on her heart and other bills. Everything seemed to be going fine. And then she got the call.
"Are you Sasha?"
"Yes, whose calling?"
"My name is Charlene Halpern. I'm Jim's mother."
"Is Jim okay? I haven't spoken to him since graduation."
"He died last night."
"Oh my gosh. But I thought he got that transplant. I thought he was doing okay."
"He did. But he fell behind on his payments. I told him we'd help bail him out but he didn't listen. He said he could get himself out of debt on his own. You knew Jim; he always had to be in charge. If only my baby would have listened he'd still be alive… today…"
"It's okay Mrs. Halpern. Jim's in heaven now. He's in a better place."
"You're right, dear. Those GeneCo people were just doing their job. They didn't mean to hurt my boy. After all they saved his life in the first place. Why would they want to kill him?"
"That sounds right."
"The funeral is Tuesday at seven o'clock. Reinhart Cemetery. Section D."
"Right where Riley's buried."
"Yes, he wrote in it in his will that he wanted to be buried by his friends. And I knew that all three of y'all were friends."
"Yes, yes we were. I'm sorry for your loss, Mrs. Halpern."
"Thank you dear. See you at the funeral."
Suddenly everything had become all too real. She had only heard stories in the past. But now here it was. An actual occurrence. Someone she had known and loved had died at the hands of the Repo man. This time GeneCo had gone too far. Their madness needed to be stopped.
Sasha quit her job, moved to a different apartment, and once again began to fight against GeneCo. Although this time around the fight was ten times harder. GeneCo had turned into a super colossus. The company that had once occupied a small office in the center of town now owned a skyscraper with several small satellite offices across the globe. In a short period of time GeneCo had taken over the world. Sasha tried to form a resistance consisting of those who had been affected by GeneCo's organ financing; family members who's loved ones had died at the hands of Repo men. She garnered a few new members to her cause but most were too afraid to speak out. Sasha knew it seemed hypocritical. After all she was fighting GeneCo by day and making payments to them by night. But she hoped that her protesting would make a difference. If she was able to get GeneCo to change their organ financing plan perhaps she could save the lives of others and keep heart simultaneously.
Sasha's idealistic view of the world changed nothing. GeneCo wouldn't budge. No pharmaceutical companies would help her. Hospitals turned their backs. Sasha decided there was nothing else she could do but start a boycott. She knew that if she stopped making payments the Repo man would kill her but there was nothing else she could do. She had to make this sacrifice.
Boycotting helped a little. Sasha's small campaign was beginning to attract more followers. But it still wasn't enough. Sasha was at a standstill. What more could she do to change people's minds? As Sasha contemplated strategies in her apartment a loud knock appeared at the door.
"Whose there?"
"Sasha Albright, open up!"
"Oh God!"
"Your time is up."
"Please I can make up the payments. I have the money saved!"
"It's not just that Mr. Largo heard about your little smut campaign. You never deserved this heart. You ungrateful, little slut!"
"No! Please! Don't do this! Please! Don't!"
"Too late."
And with a single pull the Repo man removed Sasha's heart. And GeneCo's reign of terror grew even stronger.
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