01-17-2021, 01:04 AM
The man in the blazer and jeans stood watching Delia lying in a hospital bed through a two-way
mirror. She was unconscious. Another man wearing a fine suit approaches. They both stare through
the glass for several seconds without a word between them.
"I was beginning to worry." said the older man in the gray suit.
"I always come through." said the more casually dressed, slightly younger man.
"Did she buy it?" asked the older man.
"No, but she came anyway."
The older man looked over at him, then back to Delia.
"She was always too smart for her own good." he said.
"What happens now?" asked the man in the blazer.
"Your work is done. You'll be contacted if your services are required in the future."
He looked over at the older man, then back through the glass before walking away.
Delia Delicato wasn't to head up a secret military super-soldier program. That's not to say such a thing
doesn't exist, but her lot would be something far different. Unbeknownst to her, a procedure had been
performed where an entire lifetime of false memories were implanted into her brain. Along with creating
the ultimate war hero, military scientists also had ways of giving out lives that only existed in silicon. People,
places, events, feelings; things that never happened. All made real and valued as gospel. Technology.
When you capture an endangered species, you don't kill it. You put it in a cage for all the world to see.
This would be their only way to control her.
The older gentleman stared at her in wonder, truly one of a kind. His phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Is it done?" asked the voice on the other end of the line.
"It is." he answered, then placed the phone back into his pocket.
"Goodbye Delia." he said quietly before walking down the dimly-lit hallway.
mirror. She was unconscious. Another man wearing a fine suit approaches. They both stare through
the glass for several seconds without a word between them.
"I was beginning to worry." said the older man in the gray suit.
"I always come through." said the more casually dressed, slightly younger man.
"Did she buy it?" asked the older man.
"No, but she came anyway."
The older man looked over at him, then back to Delia.
"She was always too smart for her own good." he said.
"What happens now?" asked the man in the blazer.
"Your work is done. You'll be contacted if your services are required in the future."
He looked over at the older man, then back through the glass before walking away.
Delia Delicato wasn't to head up a secret military super-soldier program. That's not to say such a thing
doesn't exist, but her lot would be something far different. Unbeknownst to her, a procedure had been
performed where an entire lifetime of false memories were implanted into her brain. Along with creating
the ultimate war hero, military scientists also had ways of giving out lives that only existed in silicon. People,
places, events, feelings; things that never happened. All made real and valued as gospel. Technology.
When you capture an endangered species, you don't kill it. You put it in a cage for all the world to see.
This would be their only way to control her.
The older gentleman stared at her in wonder, truly one of a kind. His phone rang.
"Yes?"
"Is it done?" asked the voice on the other end of the line.
"It is." he answered, then placed the phone back into his pocket.
"Goodbye Delia." he said quietly before walking down the dimly-lit hallway.
