Freak of Nature (4 page)

Well, Kaitlyn thought, at least it wasn’t just her that he acted aloof around. Lucas was anti-social in general. That thought was somewhat comforting. Kaitlyn wasn’t about to admit she fantasized about Lucas on a regular basis. She couldn’t stare at his lips for too long, because she imagined them trailing down her body and spent too long pondering what that might feel like.

No. She definitely couldn’t tell Quess that.

“Why do you ask? Do you have a crush on him?” Quess grinned.

“A crush?” Kaitlyn asked, confused. Sometimes she wondered if her and Quess spoke the same language. Kaitlyn was programed to understand and speak seven languages, but she didn’t know what her friend was talking about.

“You know… Do you think he’s hot?” Quess bit her lip, searching for the words. “Does he rock your world and make butterflies dance in your stomach?”

“I don’t know what that means.” Kaitlyn tucked a stray strand of her long hair behind her ear. “I just wanted to know more about him. He’s so young to be working here with your grandfather.”

“I told you, he’s a brainiac. Dr. Harrington plucked him from some Ivy League school. I know Gramps is impressed with him. He says ‘the young man has a brilliant mind.’” Quess held her hands up, bent down her two first fingers, and said, “Air quote.”

The move emphasized the fact that Kaitlyn couldn’t understand half of the things Quess said, but she enjoyed the girl’s company all the same.

“Did you know that dandelions are edible and in French the name means lion’s tooth?”

“Nope, didn’t know that.” Quess smiled. “It must be strange to have random facts always running through your mind.”

Kaitlyn didn’t reply. To her it was normal so she didn’t know the difference.

It was nice to get outside. Summer was quickly turning into fall. The leaves were beginning to change colors, and the temperature was dropping. Kaitlyn knew they were somewhere in northern Virginia. She had analyzed the dirt and rocks, and compared it to the array of trees. It was mainly the pine trees, dogwoods, and red agate that gave away the location.

Out of curiosity, she had once asked Quess if they
were
in Virginia, and the girl had confirmed it.

Whenever she looked at anything, she analyzed it.

She could look at Quess’s floral-print dress and was able to find out it was from American Eagle. Further, she then knew that American Eagle was a popular American store located in almost every mall. She didn’t know how she knew this; she just did. The clip in Quess’s hair was harder to narrow down because it was sold in so many stores and produced in several countries.

Quess rambled on about her friends and Facebook, which jogged Kaitlyn’s memory about their last conversation.

“Did you have any luck with the picture?” Kaitlyn asked nonchalantly, trying to hide her curiosity.

“Not yet. It didn’t go quite as easily as I thought. You wouldn’t believe how many good looking blond guys there are out there that match your description. I got a lot of hits, but I need to narrow them down. I wish we knew more about your past. You don’t recall anything? If we knew where you were from it would help a lot.”

“Not really. I just remember the blinding light. And of course, the blond haired guy that always shows up in my dreams. Sometimes I see flashes of scenes, but they don’t make any sense.” Kaitlyn paused. “You don’t think I’m from this area?” She had never given it much thought. It didn’t really mater to her where she was from. She couldn’t go back.

“No. They wouldn’t have taken you from this area. Too many chances of being spotted by someone you know.” Quess sounded sure of herself.

That made sense. They put far too much money into the project to risk someone recognizing Kaitlyn. Not that they really needed to worry about that since she was confined to the massive compound. Everything they needed was within the gates which surrounded over one hundred acres. She still had no idea what they planned to do with her. Everyone kept saying she was almost ready. Ready for what?

“You don’t have an accent, so it’s hard to say. Do you think they changed the way you talk?”

“I wouldn’t be surprised.” Kaitlyn had no idea how much they had altered her. Sometimes she wondered what she used to like to do. She must have had hobbies, a favorite food, a family….

“I’ll poke around and see if I can find anything out,” Quess went on. “Maybe Nanny will spill some secrets. She’s always been a bit of a gossip.”

Kaitlyn stopped and pivoted on her toes to look at the girl. “Do you think she knows anything about who I was?”

Quess flipped her copper braid over her shoulder. “Who knows? But if anyone does, I would say it was her. My grandparents have been married nearly fifty years. I think they tell each other everything.”

Kaitlyn found that hard to believe, but didn’t want to dissuade Quess. She seemed to enjoy the mystery, and it gave her something to do. The girl had said many times how boring it was spending the summer with her grandparents. At least Quess was able to leave the compound to go shopping with her grandmother. That seemed to make her happy. Kaitlyn secretly wished she was able to join them on their outings, if for no other reason then to see if the human world reminded her of who she had been.

“Why don’t you come over for dinner sometime?” Quess asked, her eyes lit with excitement.

“You know I don’t have to eat.” Kaitlyn continued down the path, watching leaves float to the ground as they fell from the trees.

“But you can, right? If you wanted to?”

“Yes, I can eat enough to pass me off as
human
if needed.” The words made her flinch. The computer side of her thought of humans as inferior, for they lacked the brain she possessed. The human side of her, however, longed to know more.

“Then it’s settled. Tomorrow, you will come over for dinner, and we can grill Nanny on your past,” Quess said.

A part of Kaitlyn was curious to find out more about her past, but another part didn’t want to know. What good would it do to find out she had family and friends who thought she was dead? It wasn’t like she could just stroll back into her old life and start over. No, that life was dead and buried. It should stay that way.

I think.

“Does your grandmother know about our talks?” she asked.

“Kaitlyn, I can’t believe you would ask that. We pinky promised, remember?”

Kaitlyn smiled at the memory. For some reason, a pinky promise was very important to Quess. Kaitlyn had thought it was very strange at the time, but a feeling of warmth had come over her after the exchange.

“I remember.”

“How am I going to be a spy if I can’t even keep a simple promise? You can trust me, Kaitlyn. I know I’m just a kid, but my word means something.”

“I like you, Quess. You are the only person to treat me like more than a robot. If it weren’t for your warning to keep my memories to myself, who knows what else they would have done to me. For that you have my loyalty.”

Quess smiled. “And you have mine. I’m sorry they did this to you, but I’m glad they saved your life. This summer would have really sucked without you around.”

They continued their walk around the compound. After the sun faded completely, they said their goodbyes, and Kaitlyn returned to the white walls of her room.

Aware of how alone she was without Quess, Kaitlyn settled into bed for another dream-filled night.

Chapter Five

L
ucas would rather be going anywhere else tonight, but he hadn’t been able to say no. Professor Adams insisted, and when that man got something in his head there was no changing it. He was like a bulldog with a bone.

Lucas held up two shirts: A light blue oxford and a white oxford. He eyed them warily, lifting first one then the other up to the light. He wished he had someone to help him make these decisions. His cat domino rubbed against his leg. “What do you think domino? Blue or white?” The cat purred.

“A lot of help you are.”

He could compute equations in his mind, but couldn’t decide what to wear. Ridiculous.

Picking out a shirt shouldn’t be this difficult
, he told himself. Hanging the white shirt back on the rack, he shrugged into the blue. He always wore white to work. It was the logical decision. Maybe he should expand his wardrobe, but since signing on with IFICS his social life had taken a back seat.

Fumbling with the buttons, Lucas wondered what was so important that Adams couldn’t talk to him tomorrow at work. Didn’t they see enough of each other as it was.

He hoped there weren’t more big changes in store for Kaitlyn. Every time they did an upgrade, she became less and less human. They were robbing her of her life experiences—memories of old ones and the pleasure in new ones. They were piece by piece removing her soul. Soon, all she would have left was the technology and not the person. If there was even anything left. After the first operation, she still smiled at him, still let out a half-amused breath when he tripped over the power cords. After the second upgrade, she stopped laughing. By the fifth, she stopped smiling entirely. Guilt washed over Lucas, and as hard as he tried to push it away, a permanent, low level of uneasiness stayed with him.

It was an hour’s drive to the compound, which was ridiculous since it hadn’t even been an hour and a half since he’d left work. And here he was, headed back in the same direction. On the bright side, IFICS reimbursed him for mileage and gas.

IFICS did a lot for Lucas. The job really was a dream-come-true. Great pay, generous benefits, and work he loved. Seriously, what more could he ask for?

If only his conscience hadn’t started to bother him. Without knowing why he was doing it, Lucas had started planning escape routes for Kaitlyn. He shook his head at the thought, gripping the steering wheel tighter turning his knuckles white. He must be losing his mind.

Every time he saw her, he wanted to whisk her away from the life she was headed towards. Hell, the life she was living. Who was he kidding. Guilt wrenched his body knowing he was practically the mastermind behind morphing her into a cyborg. If it weren’t for his coding, they wouldn’t have been able to get as far as they had.

He felt repulsed by himself—for what he had done, and for the fact that he was so drawn to her in her half human form.

It didn’t help that she was gorgeous: those long legs, dark hair, athletic body, and incredible mind. It was the last one that made his heart trip up. God, she was so intelligent. The amount of information stored in her beautiful brain was mind-boggling. It was like she was a living, walking encyclopedia. In his eyes she was perfection, at least until they kept stripping away who she had been little by little. Now she was an empty shell of what she had been.

Lucas shook his head—he had issues.

He drove the rest of the way lost in his thoughts. Before he knew it, he saw the sign—Private Property. Trespassers Will Be Shot. The sign was not a joke. Lucas looked up and saw the silhouette of an armed guard patrolling the grounds. Well-trained guards stood on alert throughout the property, most of them ex-Special Forces and armed with the kind of weaponry that was probably illegal in seven countries. It was a constant reminder of the importance of the project.

Dr. Harrington spared no expense. As a billionaire, he could pretty much do whatever the hell he wanted, which was how IFICS was formed. It wasn’t even an acronym, IFICS didn’t even mean anything. Harrington’s dry sense of humor had thought it would be funny to name his company IFICS: Sci-fi backwards. Lucas smiled to himself. It was clever—he had to give him that.

Harrington had always been obsessed with the future and advances in technology, not to mention his own desire to live forever. His company was on the cutting edge of science as far as anti-aging, and he had made tremendous gains in the field. The company was known for nanobots used to dramatically slow the process of aging. Harrington was sixty-three and barely looked forty. Modern miracle.

But Kaitlyn was the real dream. The secret project. Now that Kaitlyn was turning out to be a success, Harrington had started to get greedy. The eccentric man had begun to believe that cyborgs—like Kaitlyn—were the way of the future. In fifty years, he believed it would be normal, she would be normal, and so would thousands of other cyborgs living out their lives among the human populace. Lucas didn’t quite believe that, but he kept his thoughts to himself.

He hadn’t seen the man in quite some time. Professor Adams had informed him Harrington was off in the rainforest hunting exotic wild animals or something equally as crazy. The man had a death wish, but fate always seemed to shine on his side. Some people were just lucky that way. A man with a death wish that wanted to live forever. Makes total sense, Lucas thought wryly.

Of course, Harrington would have to return soon before the government bid on Kaitlyn. Lucas knew there was no chance he would miss that. His vision becoming a reality.

He rolled his Jeep to a stop at the guard gate and nodded to Sam who had a high powered rifle slung over his shoulder.

“What are you doing back?”

“I know, right?” Lucas said, “Adams called me back in. I’d just got home.”