Fallen Idol
Chapter Five: Harmonizing Dischord
Hey, I'm really cranking these out this weekend, aren't I? Anywhoo, you'll notice that this is no longer Part One, mainly because I can't eleborate on certain things as much as I wanted to. You'll just have to settle for long chapters, I guess. If you don't get the title, don't worry. It's a cross between an in-joke and my years of piano playing (and singing). And yes, the first paragraph or so is supposed to be written like that. I'm not a bad writer, at least, not THAT bad.
The Type was nervous.
The Boss was excited, and that meant he was jumpy, which usually put his clone in a very very angry state. The Type held information for the Boss' eyes only. The clone would want to see the notepad. The Type couldn't let that happen. And he'd most certainly be punished by the clone for that.
The Type was nervous.
Von Reichter swiveled in his chair. Ah, T-256. Did you follow the Cyber last night?
Yes, sir.
And did she visit the alleged girl, as I thought?
Yes, sir.
And you marked the address?
Yes, sir.
Silence. Well, GIVE IT TO ME.
The Type fairly dropped the notepad as he handed it over to his creator. Yes, s-sir, he stammered, then ran from the room.
Von Reichter studied the notepad, which consisted of scribbles and illegible remarks. He boredly turned to the last page and committed the written address to memory. Wonderful... T-45!
A Techno peered into the doorway.
Assemble a team of Fixed Ideas. Send them to this address and direct them to kidnap the girl.
The Techno darted away.
If she can be persuaded to become like a Cyber, then I can override her brain patterns... perhaps, perhaps. She may be useful to me in destroying Cybersix. It's a pity, he mused, that she will need sustenance, but after all, it's only fair. I wonder, does she know what sustenance is, or does? If not, then it will be that much easier to convince her to join me.
Mikae yawned loudly and closed her biology book. Really, I don't see the point of learning what liquid nitrogen does. We learned THAT in sixth grade! she complained aloud. Tossing her pencil onto her desk, she flopped onto her bed (really, just a mattress) sighing. Tomorrow's Friday, thank goodness. A whole two days of freedom-
Her thoughts were cut off as her window imploded, one of the red-eyed mutant creatures crashing into her room. She caught a glimpse of two more outside. W-what do you want? Mikae picked up a book, ready to fling it at the intruder.
a voice called, and a odd human stumbled through the broken window. Stand back, FI-483, stand back!
The creature made its way out of the window, leaving the human alone with her.
I'll kill you, Mikae stated.
My dear girl, the strange thing said nervously, you'd be making a terrible mistake. You see, I'm not here to kidnap or harm you,
Then what's the deal with the Bigfoots?
Hmm? Oh. The Fixed Ideas, that's their proper name, right, and you ought to call them as such.
Fixed Ideas?
Yes. They can only take one order, or idea, into their head at one time.
Oh... so they're not really...natural?
Goodness, I'd say no. And begging your pardon, miss, but neither am I. I'm what he calls a Type, miss. In fact, it's that unnaturalness which my creator wants to talk to you about.
Your creator? Mikae was stunned. Why would he - whoever he is - want to talk to me?
Ah, that's between him and you, miss. I was supposed to kidnap you but I figured I'd be more cordial-like.
Very thoughtful of you, Mikae snapped languidly, and how am I supposed to meet your creator, assuming I go with you?
The man's eyes shifted around the room. Begging your pardon again, but my creator says you don't much have a choice. I'm to take you peacefully like or knock you out, but as those Fixed Ideas are rather rough, I suggest you come peacefully. I spect he'll give you your choices once you talk with him.
Mikae thought a moment. Right, then I'll come peaceably.
The Type lead her out the broken window, muttering apologies. FI-482, you carry her, and be gentle, if you like!
A clueless expression remained on the Fixed Idea's face.
Carry her, you worthless fool!
The mutant picked Mikae up and held her like a baby.
Now wait a moment, Mikae protested, how are they going to- The Fixed Ideas, under the Type's direction, began to leap from roof to roof, heading towards the small observatory in the forest. Oof, I'm going to be ill...
That won't happen if you accept my creator's offer, miss! shouted the Type as he rode the back of a Fixed Idea.
yelled Mikae over the wind. And who's your creator, then?
Von Reichter, miss!
Cybersix handed her brother the last of her microwave dinner. You have it, Data 7, I'm not hungry.
Well, thanks for the mouthful, he seemed to say, rumbling his slight hunger.
Oh, catch a mouse, she laughed tiredly, and slumped back in her chair. I'm afraid I'm edgy tonight, brother.
Why?
I wish I could figure out why. There's just some very strange feelings in the air. A clashing of patterns, if you will. Dischord.
You and your synonyms. It's probably your indigestion.
How nice of you, she murmured.
Don't go drifting off to sleep. I sense it too. Maybe we should go out again?
Oh, not tonight. I'm too tired; I had a long day.
Go to bed, then. I'LL finish your dinner and breakfast.
Cybersix flung a crumpled napkin at the panther. You'll do no such thing, scalawag, now run along home to Julian before he gets into trouble again.
Aye aye. Data 7 nuzzled her shoulder before disappearing out her window.
Cybersix yawned. I can't get that feeling to go away.. but he's right, it probably IS my indigestion. Nothing a good night's sleep can't cure; then off to bed with me.
