A note on what this is: Consider this a what might have been story. This replaces chapter 3 onward, and things turn out a bit different hehehehe.

Generator Rex: The Modern Prometheus Chapter Three Directors Cut: "Though The Glass Darkly"

A heart beat a go Six told Holiday he didn't think she was thinking straight.

"You are saying I'm not thinking right? Six SAYING THAT is enough to put me in a cage, and not a lab!"

The man in green didn't mean what he was saying to come out wrong she knew that, but he still said it.

"The probe I'm running for Van Klies moles picked you up screwing with the cafeteria robots. Crawling around in the walls at night and sitting in a wheel chair all day. You are pulling a fast one on Fell and he's too arrogant to notice. What am I supposed to think?"

She closed her eye tight not wanting to look at him. If he told anyone, or filed any kind of report it was already over for her.

"That I have to play this just right, or its game over."

"Sara we are not out to get you. Knight is an ass we all know that but he knows an asset when he sees one."

Holiday walked over to him, and put her hand on his face.

"Rex is the golden boy, because there is only one of him. I am a nanite controller Six. A simpler less advanced version of whats in his chest that can only run a small closed system, ME. Cutting my brain open can give them a lot of very valuable information, the kind that is worth the risk of making Rex uncooperative or crashing his power for months."

He took her hand by the wrist, and she could tell he was speaking from the heart, even if it was all misplaced.

"Sara I will protect you."

Holiday felt her heart-break.

"Six . . you can't play cowboy and get me out of this. My head on a platter might give them controllable nanotechnology. That's this war and the NEXT one. Perfectly reasonable people will look at me and wonder if its worth it. The only way, THE ONLY WAY, to be safe is to have something valuable NOW to make them question if giving THAT up is worth what they MIGHT cut out of me. You know its true because it is exactly what happened with Rex."

Rex woke up to Six's hand over his mouth. He sat up, and saw Noah looking at the corner.

"What the heck?"

"No questions, just answers Rex, and for the love of god keep your bio's from spiking we use that when we can't listen you know that."

The EVO kid, looked confused.

"Noah did you dime me out too five oh?"

Noah didn't talk, but Six did.

"What in hell does that even mean?"

"Call the cops you know Hawaii FIVE OH?"

Six sat next to Rex very tired, and very drained.

"No he did not. I told him in no uncertain terms to sit down, and stay silent while we do this, because sending him out to the bathroom would set off a security sweep."

Rex shook the cob webs out.

"She isn't used to living under a microscope Six. I am and I still can't stand it some times. You need to just blow off steam some times you know?"

Six looked at him like he swore in church, Rex in fact could suddenly remember being smacked by an old woman for doing just that. For once he didn't share his happy tidbit of his lost past, he had other things to worry about.

"SHE is not HERSELF, and you will remember that or I will make you! Now I need to walk a tightrope with no NET very shorty. I need information, everything you've done, leave nothing out or I might not have what I need understand me?"

Rex stood up fast.

"Dios Mio Six! If somethings wrong with HER it CAN'T be HER fault YOU get that right? 'Cause it's all . . . mine."

Six took his glasses off and the boy learned he was half blind for the first time.

"The man who took my eye, killed my wife. It's his fault I lost HER and IT, but if I bump into something tomorrow, its mine, because I'm an adult, and it's been five years."

Rex only half understood, for very understandable, very human reason that he was completely entitled to.

"Well it's been three weeks for her! If she's . . . wrong somehow I'll fix it, I'll throw nanites at her all night if I have to!"

Six put his glasses back on.

"You can not help her Rex, and if you force it they will just move her to another facility. Now give me everything that happened, and don't leave anything out if you want to keep working with the Doctor."

Rex looked over at Noah nervously.

"Sara just needed me. . . "

Holiday walked back and forth in front of her mirror, trying to figure out if she looked convincing.

Yesterday these people thought I was wheel chair bound, and now I'm going to have to walk out of the room, and into a world of trouble if Six told a soul. Oh Six . . . IT IS too much to ask to get you to stay out of this I know that now, but you playing cowboy might get me killed.

Private Jones opened the door right on time, and Holiday tried to meet her with a smile. The sight of Holiday STANDING there made her to a double take.

"Morning Kenwyn, I had an eventful night last night how about you?"

"Doctor I thought you were weeks away from this?"

"Maintenance went quicker then I thought last night so I spent a few hours on my eye, and I found out something important. Everything I was sending to fix it was not actually getting there because of what I'm pretty sure is an error code that happened . . . . during installation. So I had a pile of nanites not doing anything. I re-tasked them and boom my repair schedule got moved up from weeks to hours."

The younger woman raised an eyebrow.

"That sounds like a lot of nanites Doctor."

"It's my eye Kenwyn I wasn't going to lose it without a fight."

Holiday's nanite driven heart skipped a beat as she waited for her guard to deiced if she was lying to her or not.

She still green, let that be enough please. I can handle Fell I know it, but White reads her reports on me.

"Well Doctor let's get you down to the lab."

A few well thought out lies, and a long walk to the lab later things started going potentially wrong. She could hear Rex moaning.

"My stomach!"

Fell was well-being himself.

"For the last time you fool a child WHAT DID YOU EAT? Answer or I break out the stomach pump!"

Rex made eye contact with her and she could tell he was making it all up. For the second time in half an hour Holiday found her fate hinging on Kenwyn Jones being an idiot. No one was this slow in Providence, except for Rex but he was an amnesiac and had an excuse. Holiday stepped up.

"Oh for petes sake Rex what did you do?"

He put on a good performance of playing sick, Holiday should know she'd seen this act enough.

"I lost a bet with Noah, and . . . drank a bottle of Tabasco sauce."

Fell looked like a man who never had kids forced to babysit.

"Get on the scanner I suppose."

Holiday tried to salvage her plans.

"I don't think we need to do that, Doctor Fell. Noah would have to answer to White Knight if he did anything that stupid."

Fell looked on as she put her hand under Rex's chin, and gently made him look her in the eye.

"Your fine aren't you?"

". . . yes. . SIX . . umm wouldn't let me see you."

Holiday put on her best fake smile, and hoped Rex was trying to say something was up with Six. Guessing he had a talk with Rex after leaving her room she tried to get the message across without saying it.

"Well as you can see I'm walking around now, and that's a world away from that wheel chair. As for Six we will just have to talk later ok? Things are changing, but that's life Rex, it WILL be OK. Now I need to get to work with Doctor Fell, so get going!"

Rex hopped off the table, and walked out of the lab. Fell popped an aspirin and spoke.

"How do you get any work done with that boy?"

"Don't think of him like that. He's more grown up then he lets on. "

Next: "Schrodinger's cat "