Deformare
Act 9: Army of Me
You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue-squad
Is to exhausted
It was all falling apart. After everything they'd done to keep this from happening, it did anyway. He should have known better, should have been more careful, shouldn't of let her have as much freedom as she did. God.. maybe he shouldn't have brought her into this mess to begin with. What she said, that she felt like some kind of monster, so simple yet as sharp as a knife. They'd cut him deep, much deeper than anything before in his life. But he couldn't just let her die that day. He couldn't just let his little girl go, not when she was given the chance to live again. Was he wrong for trying to save her?
The clack of Elizabeth's heels on the tile flooring was a like a harpoon reeling him back into reality, reeling him away from his thoughts. He shifted in the over sized chair he sat in, the leather creaking with his every movement. The younger woman swept passed him, the scent of jasmine filling his nose when she'd passed. She smelled good, but the thoughts that turned over in his mind made it sour. There was something in the way she swung her hips when she walked that made him suddenly hate her. This was all her fault really, why the hell was he placing the blame on himself? If that woman hadn't of entered the room and propositioned him, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be waist deep in bullshit. But then he wouldn't have Jessie.. But she wasn't Jessie; the girl had said it herself. She was Eve, someone completely different yet the same.
"So, Roger," she started as she lowered herself into her chair, "what is it you need to speak to me about?" her tone was sweet and calculated.
"It's.. about Eve.."
*
If he kept doing that he was going to wear a hole into the ground, Hadji couldn't help but think as he watched the young man before him pace around the room. He hadn't liked his suggestion, of how that woman could be Jessie. He didn't know if it was because of the situation or just the sheer fact that he didn't want to think that someone had out done him already. But there he was, still pacing, his borrow pulled into a tight furrow; biting down on the nail of his thumb. Everything had suddenly become very complicated, and as much as the Sultan wanted to bail out of it and go home, it would be wrong of him. So he just sighed. He'd been sighing a lot lately.
"There's just no way," Jonny stated as he continued to pace, continued to bite on his thumbnail.
"Really? If I am correct, you are only a few months away from achieving such a goal as well. You are not the only company dealing with cybernetic enhancement, Jonny," Hadji countered him.
"I know that, Hadj. But we're still light years ahead of our competition," Quest replied, "So she couldn't be.."
"A cyborg? Jonny.. if you can not even bring yourself to say such a word when dealing with a loved one, then how are you going to convince others to be able to do so?"
He stopped pacing for a moment. Was his brother just questioning his work? When in the hell did it turn into that? This was about Jessie, not about Quest Enterprises' projects. He shot Hadji a look that would have made the devil cringe, but he didn't say anything in refute, just the look, that's all.
"Maybe some of my competitors are further ahead then I thought and just put up a smoke screen to keep everyone else off of their tail."
"Perhaps.." He sighed again, this time at the way his brother avoided the question he posed. There was no way he was going to get him to see what he was doing.
"Hadj, I'm going to need your help on this one."
*
Lord Jesus Christ, who willest that no man should perish, and to whom petition is never made without the hope of mercy, for Thou saidst with Thine own holy and blessed lips: "All things whatsoever ye shall ask in My name, shall be done unto you"; I beg of Thee, O Lord, for Thy holy Name's sake, to grant me at the hour of my death full consciousness and the power of speech, sincere contrition for my sins, true faith, firm hope and perfect charity, that I may be able to say unto Thee with a clean heart: Thou has redeemed me, O God of truth, who art blessed for ever and ever.
Amen.
*
Jessie. It was a nice name. Sort of feminine and sweet.. but did it fit her? Jessica, that was where the name Jessie came from, she was sure of it, she.. remembered it, maybe, she wasn't sure about that. But it wasn't her name really; she wasn't Jessie anymore. The young woman she was then was not who is now. Jessie was dead, and only Eve remained. That's what her brain told her. But.. wasn't it Jessie's brain? This body was Eve's but her brain was Jessie's, she knew that as a scientific fact. Eve wasn't a woman of science, Eve's personality anyway, but she had a knack for it. That must have been Jessie, deep somewhere in her psyche. There but not quite, the ghost that haunted where she'd been.
'I'm on my own now,' she thought to herself. The Doc would know and Race. The only life she had known, really known, that is, was over. She had to make a new one, make a new identity for herself. Jessie was the past she couldn't remember, and Eve was the life she had to leave.
She smiled. But then again she never really ever was Eve. Eve had no social security number, no debt, no assets.. nothing that connected her to this world. Eve didn't, technically, exist. But she did.
And yet she was now on her own.
And it was time she found her humanity.
And it began with finding the other when he is completed.
The key was finding Adam.
And finding the Garden of Eden for herself.
Rest in Peace sweet Jessie.
Good-bye Eve.
Hello, nice to meet you. Good to see you. What was your name again?
*
A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took so long for this one to come out and for its shortness. I just spent about a month back home visiting my parents. Look for another update soon. Well, hopefully soon.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you all are definitely motivation to write.
Act 9: Army of Me
You're on your own now
We won't save you
Your rescue-squad
Is to exhausted
It was all falling apart. After everything they'd done to keep this from happening, it did anyway. He should have known better, should have been more careful, shouldn't of let her have as much freedom as she did. God.. maybe he shouldn't have brought her into this mess to begin with. What she said, that she felt like some kind of monster, so simple yet as sharp as a knife. They'd cut him deep, much deeper than anything before in his life. But he couldn't just let her die that day. He couldn't just let his little girl go, not when she was given the chance to live again. Was he wrong for trying to save her?
The clack of Elizabeth's heels on the tile flooring was a like a harpoon reeling him back into reality, reeling him away from his thoughts. He shifted in the over sized chair he sat in, the leather creaking with his every movement. The younger woman swept passed him, the scent of jasmine filling his nose when she'd passed. She smelled good, but the thoughts that turned over in his mind made it sour. There was something in the way she swung her hips when she walked that made him suddenly hate her. This was all her fault really, why the hell was he placing the blame on himself? If that woman hadn't of entered the room and propositioned him, none of this would have happened. He wouldn't be waist deep in bullshit. But then he wouldn't have Jessie.. But she wasn't Jessie; the girl had said it herself. She was Eve, someone completely different yet the same.
"So, Roger," she started as she lowered herself into her chair, "what is it you need to speak to me about?" her tone was sweet and calculated.
"It's.. about Eve.."
*
If he kept doing that he was going to wear a hole into the ground, Hadji couldn't help but think as he watched the young man before him pace around the room. He hadn't liked his suggestion, of how that woman could be Jessie. He didn't know if it was because of the situation or just the sheer fact that he didn't want to think that someone had out done him already. But there he was, still pacing, his borrow pulled into a tight furrow; biting down on the nail of his thumb. Everything had suddenly become very complicated, and as much as the Sultan wanted to bail out of it and go home, it would be wrong of him. So he just sighed. He'd been sighing a lot lately.
"There's just no way," Jonny stated as he continued to pace, continued to bite on his thumbnail.
"Really? If I am correct, you are only a few months away from achieving such a goal as well. You are not the only company dealing with cybernetic enhancement, Jonny," Hadji countered him.
"I know that, Hadj. But we're still light years ahead of our competition," Quest replied, "So she couldn't be.."
"A cyborg? Jonny.. if you can not even bring yourself to say such a word when dealing with a loved one, then how are you going to convince others to be able to do so?"
He stopped pacing for a moment. Was his brother just questioning his work? When in the hell did it turn into that? This was about Jessie, not about Quest Enterprises' projects. He shot Hadji a look that would have made the devil cringe, but he didn't say anything in refute, just the look, that's all.
"Maybe some of my competitors are further ahead then I thought and just put up a smoke screen to keep everyone else off of their tail."
"Perhaps.." He sighed again, this time at the way his brother avoided the question he posed. There was no way he was going to get him to see what he was doing.
"Hadj, I'm going to need your help on this one."
*
Lord Jesus Christ, who willest that no man should perish, and to whom petition is never made without the hope of mercy, for Thou saidst with Thine own holy and blessed lips: "All things whatsoever ye shall ask in My name, shall be done unto you"; I beg of Thee, O Lord, for Thy holy Name's sake, to grant me at the hour of my death full consciousness and the power of speech, sincere contrition for my sins, true faith, firm hope and perfect charity, that I may be able to say unto Thee with a clean heart: Thou has redeemed me, O God of truth, who art blessed for ever and ever.
Amen.
*
Jessie. It was a nice name. Sort of feminine and sweet.. but did it fit her? Jessica, that was where the name Jessie came from, she was sure of it, she.. remembered it, maybe, she wasn't sure about that. But it wasn't her name really; she wasn't Jessie anymore. The young woman she was then was not who is now. Jessie was dead, and only Eve remained. That's what her brain told her. But.. wasn't it Jessie's brain? This body was Eve's but her brain was Jessie's, she knew that as a scientific fact. Eve wasn't a woman of science, Eve's personality anyway, but she had a knack for it. That must have been Jessie, deep somewhere in her psyche. There but not quite, the ghost that haunted where she'd been.
'I'm on my own now,' she thought to herself. The Doc would know and Race. The only life she had known, really known, that is, was over. She had to make a new one, make a new identity for herself. Jessie was the past she couldn't remember, and Eve was the life she had to leave.
She smiled. But then again she never really ever was Eve. Eve had no social security number, no debt, no assets.. nothing that connected her to this world. Eve didn't, technically, exist. But she did.
And yet she was now on her own.
And it was time she found her humanity.
And it began with finding the other when he is completed.
The key was finding Adam.
And finding the Garden of Eden for herself.
Rest in Peace sweet Jessie.
Good-bye Eve.
Hello, nice to meet you. Good to see you. What was your name again?
*
A/N: Hey guys, sorry it took so long for this one to come out and for its shortness. I just spent about a month back home visiting my parents. Look for another update soon. Well, hopefully soon.
Thanks to everyone who reviewed, you all are definitely motivation to write.