Hey! I'm just putting up a notice that I will not be able to write from Sunday 22 through Sunday 29. Do what you must with my character, and I'll try to write soon
When you really want to slap someone,do it and say "Mosquito!"
while we were outside in the garden the scientist who created us and his daughter came rushing out , they asked everyone to: "quiet down, quiet down give us your attetion for a few moments" everyone stopped and stared.
Let the past live behind you not with you ,let the present live with you not behind you.
Krista For a while I sit on the bench watching them. The Dolls. Then the pager in my bag starts beeping and carefully I pull it out, still watching my Dolls. Pressing the button my father’s voice comes through the scratchy machine. “Krista? Are the ‘Dolls’ still in the garden?” “Yes…” I barely manage out before he cuts me off, bring them all into the ‘Meeting Room’, I have an Important announcement and I think that they should hear it too.” “Of Course,” I say before the connection goes dead. He’s in a rush… this must be very serious. Quickly I turn out towards the garden again and call out to them. “Hey everyone! Quiet down and Follow me!!” Slowly the Dolls follow me back through the steel rimmed door and through the Lab, into the ‘Meeting Room’ were my father stands and the end of the table staring at the door… waiting for us. His white lab coat, looks faded in the sterile lighting of the room, his greying black hair is brushed wildly around his face and his grey eyes look dark and troubled. “Hello, everyone,” he says and some of their eyes widen as they recognise his voice, “Please take a seat.” Slowly they sit down at the table staring up at him and I carefully slide into my usual seat waiting for him to speak again. “We are faced with a problem…”
EVERY DAY MIGHT NOT BE GOOD... BUT THERE IS SOMETHING GOOD IN EVERY DAY.
Don't be sorry your darkness is gone. I'll carry it for you. Always. I'll keep it with mine.
Zoe The garden is beautiful, and from what I’ve seen so far, I would have to say it is about the most perfect place ever. Everything seems so peaceful... Just then Krista stands up from her perch on the chair and starts talking, “Hey Everyone!” she calls her voice ringing through the peaceful atmosphere, “Follow me.” One by one we leave our places in the garden and follow her through the steel door and back through the lab we were being held only minutes ago. Then we walk into another room, not quite as sterile as the “Lab” but not all that far off it either. The walls are a dim colour and there are no windows... only blindingly bright lights overhead. A long wooden table stretches through the centre of the room with many seats lined up each side. Just then a man in a lab coat, who has been standing at the front of the room- so far unnoticed- begins to speak. His hair is black but seems to be greying at the edges and his eyes are a dark grey colour. He seems... familiar in a way I can’t yet name. What exactly is going on? “Hello, everyone,” he says, his voice echoing around the room, making the familiarity even more clear,”Please take a seat.” Slowly everybody begins to sit down, one by one at the massive wooden table and slowly I move towards a seat ending up next to Aster and the girl who I think was called Jane. Once we are all seated the man begins to speak again. “We are faced with a problem…” Krista looks worried from her seat towards the front of the table, “Are you sure we should be telling them this?” The man nods, looking resolute, then he looks back to us... looking us all over one by one. Butterflies seem to swarm in my stomach and a strange picture of this room comes to my mind... except we weren’t in it then. It was just Krista and Him. Something was about to happen, either that or it already had. The picture seems to abruptly clear leaving me back in the room with everybody else... And just as well because Krista begins to speak again.
He nods. I look back towards the dolls, watching as each of them either stares back or just sits back and watches as my father stands there looking grave and worried.
Then I just figure that it is probably best that I tell them.
I stand up from my chair and walk to stand near my father at the end of the table.
“I know you are all curious about how and why you are here,” I say and see at least some of them nod in acknowledgment, and then I’m suddenly at lost for words.
I’ve had this speech stuck in my head for at least two days... since the formula was stolen and suddenly I have no idea at all what to say to them.
How do you tell somebody that they are ‘dolls’? Albeit living ones.
How do you tell them that the very think keeping them alive and functioning has been stolen?
How do you tell them that unless we get the formula back and give them at least one does each their systems will shut down within a period of two months, at the very most, and they’ll be ‘dead’ possibly forever...
How do you say that to somebody? Let alone nine somebody’s?
Luckily for me I don’t have to say it, because Dad begins speaking again instead.
“My name is Theodore Marexon,” he states starring at each of them, “and this,” he continues gesturing to me, “is my daughter Krista, as you may have already heard.”
I nod, waiting for him to continue, “12 years ago, I began researching on ways to make a working human function from scratch materials, just to see if it was possible. At first it didn’t work out. At first it didn’t seem like it would, but them after the first two years I began to get results. A formula here, a small success there... I kept working on it. Two years ago, I discovered a rare chemical formula that would enable the ‘creations’ I had made up to them actually properly function like normal human beings. They could walk they could talk. They had minds. They were smarter than most people...”
He takes a breathe, his eyes slowly working their way over the dolls, watching for a reaction... for some sort of recognition, “A few years ago Krista even began helping me in the lab...” He pauses grinning at me before muttering under his breath something that sounded like “If that girl doesn’t know as much as me by now...” before her continues on topic, “last year I made the final updates to this formula and the first official test was taken. It was a brilliant success. The dolls were perfect... or almost... Then this year, exactly two months from now actually I had planned to show off these dolls to the public... so that they could get the proper attention that they deserve from the world, and also so that I could get the funding money so that I could continue to update them... but then, only a few nights ago actually the chemical formula- the one that helps to keep them functioning mysteriously disappeared. Stolen without a clue what could have happened. Twelve years of work quite possibly ‘down the drain.’ And unless we get that formula back within the two moths the dolls will be gone as well...”
He pauses, drawing in a massive breath, “Doesn’t this sound familiar to any of you?”
Nobody speaks. Nobody answers, but recognition slides over all their faces, not quite fully there yet, but soon they’ll figure it out.
“I would have figured that losing the formula would have erased some things, but I didn’t expect you all too outright forget. You haven’t, have you?”
The thing is, they might have, they could quite possibly have forgotten everything that they ever learned...
Oh, well... I guess we’ll just have to teach it to them all again...
From the table somebody speaks, I don’t quite catch who but their voice rings through the quietness of the room, “We... we are the dolls aren’t we?”
My father looks almost proud, “Yes... you are.”
Suddenly and uproar of questions fills the room...
“Why don’t we remember?”
“How was this formula stolen?”
“Are we going to die?”
My father shakes his head, “No! You aren’t going to die. Because we are going to get it back before that can happen!”
He turns toward the cabinet towards the end of the room and pulls out several folders, all the information we really have left.
The dolls stand and one by one we all circle to the end of the table as he spreads out the sheets and begins to tell them all about ‘them’, and what we are going to do.
One thing stays in my mind... When they go out into the ‘real world’-and it'll have to be soon- then I am going to go with them, no matter what anyone says...
Spoiler
Yikes... I'm sorry It's so long.
EVERY DAY MIGHT NOT BE GOOD... BUT THERE IS SOMETHING GOOD IN EVERY DAY.
Don't be sorry your darkness is gone. I'll carry it for you. Always. I'll keep it with mine.
I listen to Dr. Marexon as he speaks, but the better part of my attention is focused on the folders on his table--specifically the one labeled "Aster." It's open to a bulleted list, presumably with notes about me. I read them to myself as I listen to Dr. Marexon.
The excitement inside of me, it just... Dies. I am not real. I am not alive. I'm just a toy, a pretend thing, a puppet. A doll.
The man who calls himself Theo pulls some folders out and hands them to us. I hold mine, dimly. I don't want to know what I "Programmed" to be! But after a few moments the curiosity gets the best of me and I can't resist opening it.
Name: Peter Apparent age: 18 Gender: male Personality: Sweet, child-like, eager-to-please; seeks attention. Glad they can sum me up in like five words. Gift: Observational learning.
Observational learning? What does that mean? Sighing, I place the folder down and look around. The other dolls are still admiring theirs, looking either curious or upset. I fiddle with my hands, not wanting to talk to anyone. I still couldn't get over what happened.
"So..." Aster looks up from his. "Now what?"
When you asked me what Was wrong I wanted for dinner, I said "Nothing". But as I turned away I whispered, "Everything."
And If this… Formula that he’s talking about isn’t found then we are all going to die. The scientist- Theodore-pushes out a group of folders onto the table. One catches my eye in particular. Zoe.
Quickly I pick it up, close my eyes and open it. What am I going to find out?
What does this say about me?
Slowly I open my eyes and stare down at the folder, breathing a sigh of relief as I do. It’s nothing major. Nothing that I probably wouldn’t have figured out on my own.
[i]Name: Zoe Apparent Age: 17 years old Gender: Female Personality: Smart, funny but quiet, loyal, opinionated and doesn’t trust people easily. Loyal, opinionated, doesn’t trust people easily.
The basics… but then the last words catch my attention...
Gift: Flashbacks
Flashbacks…
That must have been what I saw before! It… could be important.
I look up at the other dolls. Aster looks puzzled about something written on his sheet and Pal looks… lost.
Then Aster’s head snaps up.
“So…” He asks, “What now?”
Suddenly I want to live. I want to be alive, doll or no. I want to get this Formula back and I want to live! I look around at the other dolls, looking either sad or worried or openly curious. I feel close to them. We are the same.
I want them to live as well....
I look over to Theodore and Krista wanting to know one thing. “When are we leaving?”
For a few minutes the dolls sit quietly at the table, reading there folders with mixed expressions of curiosity, confusion and pain. Not surprisingly, Aster is the first to finish. He looks up at dad looking confused and focused all at once. “So, What now?” Dad walks to a cabinet of the far side of the room and pulls out a bulging folder I know contains all of the information about the formula we have gathered over the years. Carefully, as not to drop anything, he hands the folder to Aster. “This is all of the information we have about the Formula. I don’t think you will have any problems reading it but if you do…” Aster nods, seriously and takes the folder. I look towards the other dolls. Pal is the next person to come to focus. He looks defeated as he stares at the folder. As if not really seeing it. I’m about to walk over. To say something to him when Zoe stands up in her seat looking determined and sad but fully focused anyway. “When are we leaving?” My father looks up from his chair again. “As soon as possible. But first…” He looks to me to continue and I know instantly what he wants me to do. I walk over to him as all the dolls look up wanting to see what is going to happen next. “2 days. That’s all of the time we need,” I tell him softly and he nods. “Show them to their rooms, answer the questions that you can and we’ll meet in the dining hall later,” He says back before he walks out of the door leaving me to explain the rest. I turn back to the dolls, “I know you are all probably very confused.” I tell them, “And I know that you all probably have a lot of questions. I’ll answer what I can, but for now let’s just get out of this room.” I get some nods of agreement and once again we walk out of the door, down the hall and over to the other side of the building where there rooms are.
EVERY DAY MIGHT NOT BE GOOD... BUT THERE IS SOMETHING GOOD IN EVERY DAY.
Don't be sorry your darkness is gone. I'll carry it for you. Always. I'll keep it with mine.
Krista leads us up several differnt halls until we reach a coridoor with a line of rooms. Krista starts guesuring to the dolls, telling them which door is their's. Each door is a different colour. "Jane. This is you're room," she says guesturing to a door painted a bright red. She and the few other dolls walk by leaving me near my door. Slowly I turn the handle of the door and walk inside.
The room was wide open and it was like a garden , it had vines running up the walls, and a big red covered bed in the middle , i had lots of flowers and small trees everywhere ,birds were flying in and out so were bees , they were going through this massive open wall , that had a a sliding windiow that was the size of the whole wal, a desk, in a corner , seculded , by a small dense vine wall, is a red laptop , the room had a chair that was made out of tree trunk , a desk that was made from vines , it was like a fairytale.
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Let the past live behind you not with you ,let the present live with you not behind you.
I leave each doll standing by the door to their rooms and walk back down the corridor to find my father. He looks up once I enter the room, “So did they get to their rooms alright?” I nod and he goes on, “good, good. They’ll be alright there, then.” I nod again. Of course they’ll be alright; the rooms are nice- custom made especially for the doll that’s living there- of course they wouldn’t know that just yet. I think about how last summer -when the dolls were only new- how we’d all spent weeks decorating each room and painting it to the colour we thought they’d like. How we’d personally moved beds, comfortable chairs, desks and cupboards into each of them spraining just a few muscles in the process. Then came the curtains, the sheets, the bed spreads, the carpeting, the pillows and all that other stuff, all set in similar colours to the painted walls. How we’d each went out shopping for clothing that the dolls might like to fill up their wardrobes. Some people had complained about it for weeks claiming that decorating certainly wasn’t part of their jobs but by the time that we’d finished I think everyone was pretty happy with their work. Then I think about the weeks that dad spent in his office personally programming laptops specifically for each of them and their ‘gifts’. It’s only then that I realise that my father is still talking, “…and tomorrow we’ll have to break up so that…” He takes one look at my face and realises that I haven’t been paying full attention. “Krista? Did you hear any of that?” Silently I shake my head and he laughs a little. “Well, I guess that you will just have to wait until tonight like the others then.” I let out a sigh, shaking my head in defeat, “fine.” The clock chimes at the end of the room and my father looks up and smiles. “Well you’d better go and get them ready for dinner then, Kris,” he says, “You wouldn’t won’t want them to be late for this, would you?” I nod and start walking for the door.
Time to check back up with the dolls.
EVERY DAY MIGHT NOT BE GOOD... BUT THERE IS SOMETHING GOOD IN EVERY DAY.
Don't be sorry your darkness is gone. I'll carry it for you. Always. I'll keep it with mine.
My room looks like...what's it called? A starship.
The walls are plated in chrome, polished so well that they act as a mirror. On the ceiling is a glass fan, almost invisible when it was spinning, and a picture window that gave me a view of the courtyard outside. My bed is small and simple, and above it is a wide shelf, also plated in chrome. The room is perfectly square, with one wall devoted to the door, another to the window, and a third to the bed. The remaining wall has a glass desk, attached to the wall itself, a spinning chair, and a very large laptop. Its screen is up, and it's playing its screensaver--a loop of Hubble Telescope photos.
I frown, tilting my head in confusion. What would a laptop be doing in my room?
I walk out, and find Dr. Marexon. "Excuse me," I say, tapping his shoulder to get his attention. "I believe someone left their computer in my room."
Dr. Marexon laughs a little. "That's yours, Aster," he says. "I thought you might like something like that. You can look at your blueprints and your programming, if you want."
I was so sad when it stopped.
