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\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Trying experiments weighed heavy on the three-person crew at Velman\u2019s prestigious (because there is only one) laboratory. Greenlee smoked outside in the natural air passageway that vented the smoke upward and out. The hallways were to be peaceful there, allowing for the top to open and fresh air. She chose to keep it closed, enjoying the smell of the smoke. Greenlee was twenty-four at the time. Along with Velman\u2019s grand record of breakthrough science, they\u2019ve innovated the science brands with women paving the way for the new generation. She witnessed her reflection on the glass at the lab where thirty-year-old Jenny Harrison, disheveled and shaking while on her phone, attempted to get her words out to the person at the other end. Slender and tall, middle-aged Rita North turned from consoles and a lab table to Jenny, her hands horizontal with each other, patting the air down to calm her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jenny\u2019s eyes propped up from the phone to Rita, \u201cHe should be back,” she said whispering a shout. Returning to the phone to keep the conversation in tune, “No. No. I am listening,\u201d Jenny ignored Rita\u2019s calm demeanor. Greenlee caught Rita\u2019s eye and motioned her head for Rita to join her outside the lab. She entered the hallway where the door\u2019s air sealed behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rita\u2019s lips pressed in her mouth, \u201cWell. A first maybe? For me, it is but nothing tragic.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greenlee nodded, \u201cI knew him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIsn\u2019t that the problem with everything?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. No. I don\u2019t want to hear this right now. But it is not everything, it is something,\u201d Greenlee said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAnd that\u2019s where you have to be careful. I don\u2019t know anyone. No big deal. He\u2019s gone. It happens. On to the next one,\u201d Rita said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Jenny shook her head in a short spurt, “Yeah, well some of us have give more value to human life.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cBe careful with emotions, young lady,\u201d Rita said and removed herself from the hallway, but not entering the lab again. She moved to another section of the building to get away from both her colleagues, at least for now. Greenlee rolled her brown eyes as Rita walked out, finished her cigarette, and put it out in a provided trash bin. Jenny was still on the phone, but Greenlee walked back into the lab.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Impatient, Greenlee waited to speak to Jenny, but the conversation on the phone dragged on. Out of the corner of her eye, she imagined someone waving to her in the hallway with minimal ability to get her attention. Turning her head, there stood a man, his face disfigured. His arms and legs disproportionate. With a deep moan, he gathered her attention.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She ran to the hallway, opened the door, and stayed away from him a decent ten feet. Her mouth moved open.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mumbling, his words came out, but with difficulty. Greenlee began to cry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMo Mo, Gre. I\u2019m k. Me to the stabilizer. Get back I was,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She nodded, \u201cI\u2019m sorry. I can\u2019t think right now. We panicked. I am sorry.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man turned to the lab. Jenny grew frantic on the phone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, Mo. She talkin\u2019 poo?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. Krintz, I think.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
His one movable eye opened, and the other stayed open, unable to shut and in an unnatural size.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHoly sh-tz, Mo. I\u2019m pine. Krintz no no wat. Im asshole. Stable izer.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greenlee\u2019s eyes shot out and her hands flung to her sides, rattling her head to where the stabilizer was.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cSh-t,\u201d she said, his sudden presence through her memory off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The man tried to raise his arm but instead motioned his head to the lab.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, God. I am so stupid. I am sorry. Right now…Oh, where is my head,” she span around, wanting to gather him up, but not wanting to touch him. Willing to go back into the lab, she turned to him again but it confused her all the more; trapping her in anxious indecision.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMo. Mo. Understand able. Oook and me, I’m -cked up,\u201d he chuckled at his situation.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She ran to him and paused while staring at the suit he wore, an Orphthredder, in the experimental stages. It was pearl white with a light shine; padded diamond shapes from his neck to his toes wrapped around the entire body suit, but nothing for his head. The collar on the ‘thredder’ malfunctioned, supposedly stable during his journey; an obvious failure due to his now deformed head.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201celp e in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHelp you in?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMa yah,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greenlee wrapped her arm around his hip, dipping down. She tried to hook his stiff arm behind her neck to help move him. Lifting to aid him, Rita then reentered the hallway. The man\u2019s arm snapped off with no pain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c-ckin sh-tz,\u201d he said. The arm fell behind Greenlee. Rita paused and stared at them both. Greenlee stood up and turned behind her to the severed appendage. Her lunch from earlier rumbled in her stomach as she placed her hand over her mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cAh. Ah. You got this, Greenlee. Nutritional balance is important. Keep it in,\u201d Rita said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c-ckin, North,\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greenlee turned her body from everyone to compose herself. Rita made her way down the hallway to the man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHmmm. Still handsome regardless,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c-ck you, North.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMaybe after we get you situated,\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He shook his head, for want of closing both eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019m sorry,\u201d Greenlee said. While clearing her mind, her gaze came to Jenny. The conversation on the phone had ended. Greenlee\u2019s eyes caught a glimpse of Jenny and a bottle of pills, emptying them into her mouth in one swing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Stabilizing the man back to a semi-upright position, she sped down the hallway and into the lab.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rita bent down to pick up the man\u2019s arm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNow before we bring you to your former formation, Greg. Tell me a few things,\u201d Rita said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c-ck you, North.\u201d He said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 She chuckled, \u201cPatience is a virtue. In due time.\u201d With her grabbing the severed arm by the wrist, she moved it to where it broke off. A clean cut. Nothing broke. It detached from the shoulder blade, the muscles, and attachments smooth but scratched with several small perfect parallel lines across.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo problem getting this back on. Clean,\u201d said Rita, \u201cBut, first. Can you walk?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He tried to nod, tired of speaking with her. Soon a shuffle began and in doing so, his left leg separated from his knee; another clean break. Rita grabbed him in time, but the strength of her spine and back weakened. She leaned him down in a careful form to lay him on the ground.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot ood,\u201d the man said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNo. Not for any of us, Greg. I will call to get someone here. Stay calm.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c-ck you, North.\u201d He attempted a grin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She smiled, \u201cThat\u2019s the spirit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cde suit is de stabilze,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is, Greg. It is. It shouldn\u2019t but it is, you\u2019re right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Grabbing the side of the hallway wall, she pulled herself up from the ledge of the window to other labs nearby. A team of support came through the hallway, none of them toward the man or Rita North. She stood up.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI\u2019ll get them. They\u2019ll pump Jenny and then we\u2019ll be back, ok?\u201d she said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cK,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cReal quick. What did you see? Where did you go?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He kept silent in disbelief of her apathy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re a -itch. You know I\u2019m eyeing and that all you ink out,\u201d he said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou\u2019re not dying.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The Orphthredder’s wearer traveled, to another time. The man, Greg, remembered where he reemerged from the future but he embraced the idea of not satisfying Rita’s curiosity about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou’re not going to tell me are you? Am I the only one who thinks positive around here?\u201d she said while ignoring the man for a time. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Removed from the lab, the support team carried Jenny through the hall and past Rita. She entered the lab where Greenlee started the stabilizer; a large platform to stand on, lights around the perimeter of the base, and extraordinarily large buttons at the front of the console that were touch screen separated commands with small panels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDon\u2019t fret over it, Green. He\u2019s probably gone.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe suit doesn\u2019t just break apart like that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cNot as designed,\u201d said Rita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Greenlee pressed her fingers to her forehead, pushing into her skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThat was impressive keeping your food down.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cOh, my God, Rita. Stop. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rita smirked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cHe\u2019s dead. Jenny\u2019s going to die. They will let the pills go through and do their thing,\u201d Greenlee said. Tears started to form.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt is a sign of weakness,\u201d said Rita. \u201cYou\u2019re young\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Greenlee rolled her eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201c\u2026let me finish…but smart,\u201d said Rita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rita walked to the stabilizer and placed her arm around Greenlee in a rare moment of empathy. Discomfort set in, but Rita relaxed her arm. Greenlee inhaled and then exhaled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cJenny\u2019s record is flawless. Like yours. You wouldn\u2019t be here if it were not so, my friend. They probably got all the pills out and cleaned her. She\u2019s resting as we speak. They don\u2019t waste the good ones. Trust me on that. She\u2019s fine.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI hope so,\u201d Greenlee said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Rita leaned down and shut off the stabilizer as a noise emitted from it, signaling a ramp-up period.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cYou know. The Orphthredder\u2019s material coalesced with his flesh, Green. Too much bonding. Then it weakened. Brittle. Losing mass. Thinning out,\u201d Rita said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cI wanted everything to go right.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cKrintz knows the procedures, Green. Nothing punitive is inevitable. With all the time here at Velman working on this project, it is a step. In the wrong direction? Yes. But a step. It will be corrected and we carry on with the next one. I have advised them that we shouldn\u2019t use Velman staff in testing the Orph again. We have lost valuable people, Green. A better subject would be the undesirables.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cThe poor?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cNot always. Disgruntled employees make great guinea pigs, especially when they have no choice. So, cheer up, young one.\u201d Rita removed her arm from comforting Greenlee and strode back to the hallway. She paused and turned to Greenlee again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cGive me your cigarettes, they will see it as a weakness,\u201d Rita said.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s prescribed,\u201d said Greenlee.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 \u201cIn that case, hand one over. Please.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greenlee pulled out her pack and gave one to Rita.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cHere, too.\u201d <\/p>\n\n\n\n
Greenlee loaned her lighter to Rita and the taller scientist walked to the hallway. Opening the door, she held her eyes from the man\u2019s body. Turning her head out of curiosity, pearl colored diamonds shot out from the man’s disappearing corpse, protruding out in various lengths; in different directions until the man was no more. The objects flashed and stretched out, carrying the complete composition of the man’s being. One of them came close to Rita’s face and shot back in toward the ground. The body was gone. She lit her cigarette.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cDamn thing.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n “His one movable eye opened, and the other stayed open; unable to shut and in an unnatural size.” \u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 Trying experiments weighed heavy on the three-person crew at Velman\u2019s prestigious (because there is only one) laboratory. Greenlee smoked outside in the natural air passageway that vented the smoke upward and out. 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