Post by Olivia on Sept 4, 2012 16:13:18 GMT -5
Chapter 2
I soar through the forest making sure my computer engine doesn’t burn out. My wrist stung processing pain in my muscles. Why did this have to happen to me? I thought. A thick light beamed through ahead. I finally reached my other place where I call home.
“Johanna! You’re here!” My little sister pranced around with joy the moment she saw me emerge from the forest. I give her a wave, but somehow my hands felt warmer. Heat waves soon arrived from my arms, and my vision turned blurry. “Johanna!” I heard her voice call across the meadow. Soon enough, I had collapsed to the ground bumping my skull against the frozen ground once again, and the last glimpse of my sister racing toward me, her mind bolted with fear, had hauled away.
“Are you okay?” Her soothing voice motivated me to awake. The same moment I had at the end of the Global shut down. I slowly open my eyes, catching a view of Malia covered in dirt, with her long wavy blonde hair tangled away. She shoved me a smile and lifted my left arm.
“I saw the damage in your wrist, but you’ll be okay.” A layer of sheets and cotton secured my arm, along with three long strands of tape holding it together. Malia had always been great of taking care of me. She’s just an average, gifted ten year old human, which happened to find me years back during the Global Shut down. Those dark memories began five years ago. The administrators of the HPs, wanted to end all functioning human machines. Including, HPs, robotic servants, and many more. They mostly wanted to shut down the Hidden Predictors, due to too many invalid Future Predictions that messed with present. But somehow, researchers had secretly reported that I had the most increased amount of human DNA. Therefore I was left abandoned during destruction. I, Johanna Bosie, 14, or 139, was never and never will be, destroyed amongst our wills.
“Thanks.” I finally say. I glared into her blue eyes and saw myself, not as a blonde, a robot, anything that could relate to Malia, but I saw another human. A human dedicated to me.
“You need to see them. They can fix your tracking device, and all the broken wires. Bandaging you up was the least I could do. Mr. Roberts…” She stopped as I cut in.
“I don’t need, Mr. Roberts.” I snapped.
“Johanna, but, he’s the only one… who knows.”
I soar through the forest making sure my computer engine doesn’t burn out. My wrist stung processing pain in my muscles. Why did this have to happen to me? I thought. A thick light beamed through ahead. I finally reached my other place where I call home.
“Johanna! You’re here!” My little sister pranced around with joy the moment she saw me emerge from the forest. I give her a wave, but somehow my hands felt warmer. Heat waves soon arrived from my arms, and my vision turned blurry. “Johanna!” I heard her voice call across the meadow. Soon enough, I had collapsed to the ground bumping my skull against the frozen ground once again, and the last glimpse of my sister racing toward me, her mind bolted with fear, had hauled away.
“Are you okay?” Her soothing voice motivated me to awake. The same moment I had at the end of the Global shut down. I slowly open my eyes, catching a view of Malia covered in dirt, with her long wavy blonde hair tangled away. She shoved me a smile and lifted my left arm.
“I saw the damage in your wrist, but you’ll be okay.” A layer of sheets and cotton secured my arm, along with three long strands of tape holding it together. Malia had always been great of taking care of me. She’s just an average, gifted ten year old human, which happened to find me years back during the Global Shut down. Those dark memories began five years ago. The administrators of the HPs, wanted to end all functioning human machines. Including, HPs, robotic servants, and many more. They mostly wanted to shut down the Hidden Predictors, due to too many invalid Future Predictions that messed with present. But somehow, researchers had secretly reported that I had the most increased amount of human DNA. Therefore I was left abandoned during destruction. I, Johanna Bosie, 14, or 139, was never and never will be, destroyed amongst our wills.
“Thanks.” I finally say. I glared into her blue eyes and saw myself, not as a blonde, a robot, anything that could relate to Malia, but I saw another human. A human dedicated to me.
“You need to see them. They can fix your tracking device, and all the broken wires. Bandaging you up was the least I could do. Mr. Roberts…” She stopped as I cut in.
“I don’t need, Mr. Roberts.” I snapped.
“Johanna, but, he’s the only one… who knows.”
