Short Story: CoRD, Broken Strands pt 8

The Chronicles of Revy Daidros

Introduction
Who is Revy Daidros?
Broken Strands: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9
Rough and Tumble: The Rush
Rough and Tumble: Chasing the Prize
Rough and Tumble: Ransom
Remembrance: The Beginning
Remembrance: Graduation Day
Remembrance: Beloved
Remembrance: Data Trails


Broken Strands: Part 8, Terrible Lie

The cold medical room is vacant save for the prone Intaki, and a half dozen very specialized biologic scanners. They surround her in a cocoon of violet-blue pulsating energy. From within the light several focused beams arc into nodes attached to her body, sending bolts of focused electro-magnetic particles into key sections of her body. The lab is dark save for this light, its thin bands arcing upwards- spiraling around her still body, and casting dark violet dancing shadows about the room.

In her mind, Revy recalls the latest series of dreams, all bringing her closer to the Truth of her condition. These past few days have been difficult, the tests have been thorough and exhausting, and in some cases dangerous. Her body seems to have a weak connection with the machines around her, especially when she is directly interfaced with them. And consuming her thoughts like a plague consumes life, dwells somewhere in her both hatred and resolve.

“I haven’t seen any change in her. At least none for the better”
The medical operator mentions to another.

“Well, we have done everything we can, the EMP’s aren’t working like we’d hoped.”
The doctor replies.

“Yes, it was perhaps our best strategy. Well, lets continue on this regimen until we can find the source of the infestation in her. At least she isn’t having the episodes any longer.”
A third man says with confidence.

“Intriguing set of circumstances surrounding this one… I’ve never heard of anything like this. Ever.”
The second doctor mentions, almost as if reading the thoughts of the others.

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“Its been three days since I’ve been here. Two and a half weeks since it happened. And I’m no closer to being cured of this wretched disease.”

Revy speaks into the data recorder set into her ship. Her face is stern and her body seems haggard and tense.

She sits alone, in Nightshift. Dim yellow lights pulsate in the hull of the Nemesis, giving the small ship an eerie glow. The engines are offline.

“All I can think about is that somewhere in that hive, the One still exists. I can hear it clearly now, its calling to me, it wants me to protect it. I must destroy it once and for all. They’ve told me I can’t leave, but I must. I can no longer separate my thoughts, finding it hard to listen to conversations and its always there in me. That sound.”
She explains with fervor.

“The hive is still there, and I know what I must do. To all of you who have helped me… I want to thank you. It has not been in vain. I understand that you have gone out of your way to help cure this, and I appreciate all you have done. But it grows in me, and I have felt it getting stronger. You’ve done all you can, and now so too will I.”

She turns off the data recorder and sits stationery for many moments, her eyes closed in contemplation, trying to find the words inside her heart.

Deep within her, somewhere twisting every thought, drones the sound.
It beats as loud as her heart, coursing thru her as if it were a part of her blood.
It encompasses her very soul. And yet she cannot hear its truth.
The terrible lie within her.

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