Through a Doctor's Eyes
Amy Sage raked her
fingers through her shoulder length red hair and let out an enormous sigh. She looked through the last several entries
in the hospital's logbook for what seemed to be the millionth time, looking for
a pattern. For several months now, the
23 year old doctor had been treating an increasing amount of wounds caused by
biomonsters. The records showed
biomonster injuries going back to two years, before she had become a doctor.
What she wondered
about was why Mother Brain would allow so many dangerous creatures roam
free. She shook her head and muttered a
curse, frustrated. The central control
system of their planet, Mother Brain, was there to make sure things like this
didn't happen. She drew a small mark
near the first biomonster attack: June 4, 1282 AW, two years ago. The same year the law against traveling to
the ocean was made illegal.
When Amy left the building, it was nearly
midnight. She trudged her way over to
the teleporting station in Paseo. When
she returned to her home in Oputa, she immediately sat down in front of her
computer. After the request for a
search was made, she typed in: Mother Brain + biomonster. None of the results showed any disorder
either had caused. That was just what
Amy had expected: censorship in all areas making Mother Brain look bad. She got up and went to bed, determined to
search for the answer on the next morning.
When Algo rose,
Amy woke up and mechanically ate her breakfast. The normally kind and gentle doctor was irritable and snappy with
her colleagues, annoyed that everyone else seemed to be blind to what she was
seeing everywhere: decline in freedom, increase in danger, and faults in their
'precious' Mother Brain. Only one rebellion
was known of, though the knowledge was of no use, since the identities of these
rebels remained, sadly, unknown.
That day, though,
turned out to be more interesting than the most. After lunch, Amy took her shift at the clinic, in which more
minor wounds were treated. Five minutes
after she had arrived, a weary looking group of three arrived. The two men were clad in armor and both held
weapons, one a laser sword, the other, a heavy shotgun. The woman was the one that caught her
interest though. She looked like a
regular person: purple hair, tall, and slim…until you got up to her ears. They were nearly five inches long and
possessed no lobes.
Amy forced a smile
on to her face and asked if she could help.
And she did, rubbing salves and potions into their cuts, and using her
restore spell to good effect. Amy would
have thought them to be ordinary people, but for the injuries they each had…and
the peculiar eared one they called Nei.
When they left after paying, her stare lingered on their retreating
forms.
Who were
they? What were they doing sporting
injuries such as those? Even the normal
biomonster attacked man or woman showed nothing worse than a few cuts here and
there made by the semi-common fire ant, mosquito, or buzzer. Most usually had enough spells to heal
themselves halfway also.
Amy quickly
glanced at the signup sheet and noted their names: Rolf Landale, Nei, and
Rudolph Steiner. That night, her search
of them revealed a profile of each, each one except for Nei. All that was written under that was: an
ancient word meaning power, now used to describe something human, but not
human…well, she certainly had been that.
Something had also mentioned a power surge at the Biosystems lab earlier
in the years, but that was common knowledge.
Then it dawned on
her: these were the rebels…probably the only ones on the whole planet of Mota
that thought the same way she did. Then
Amy made the biggest decision of her life.
She would join them.
The next morning
she stood on his doorstep and tentatively knocked at Rolf's door. When he opened the door, she took a deep
breath and introduced herself, "How do you do? I am Dr. Amy Sage. I heard that you are seeking to solve the mystery of the
Biomonsters. I will be glad to assist
you, though I am not much of a fighter.
But, I can heal wounds. Give me
a new name, if you wish, as a sign of closeness."
Little did she know what she was getting herself into.
