Prodigy

by Edward Mullen

  Agent Archimedes stared at Milo for a long moment, most likely in an attempt to make him feel uncomfortable. This was an interrogation technique designed to keep people on edge, making it more difficult to conceal the truth. When someone is nervous, they tend not to lie very well.

  “Do you know why you’re here?” Archimedes asked.

  Milo’s heart rate pounded uncontrollably. He knew why he was there, or at least he had a good idea. Milo knew lying would be futile, especially since they were analyzing his internal body chemistry from his accountability chip, so his plan was to be as vague and ambiguous with his answers as possible, without actually lying.

  “That depends,” he answered.

  “Depends on what?”

  “It could be about a number of things… why don’t you enlighten me?”

  “Where is Alexandra Gray?” the guardian asked, getting straight to the point.

  “She moved out last week.”

  “I didn’t ask when she moved out, I asked where she is,” he snarled.

  “Have you checked her apartment? I can tell you where she lives.”

  Agent Archimedes got right in Milo’s face. “I know you two are friends, I know you went with her to the jail, and I know a lot more things you probably wish I didn’t.”

  “Seems like you know a lot, I’m sure you’ll have no trouble finding her. If I see her, I will let her know you are looking for her.”

  Agent Archimedes knew he wasn’t going to get any useful information from Milo so he decided to let him go.

  Milo waited for the guardians to leave before he rose to his feet. He left the small room and entered the main hallway. There were no guardians in sight, but he still had a strange feeling that he was being watched.

  The first thing he decided to do when he got back to his room was to warn the others. Although he had no proof, he assumed his movements were being tracked and his communication lines were bugged so he did not want to use any form of electronic communication.

  He searched his apartment for something to write on. The closest thing to paper he could find was a hemp shirt that he had. Milo tore off a small piece, dipped his finger in barbeque sauce, and began to write. It took all of his concentration and a steady hand, but he finally etched out his message.

  Big brother is watching me, make sure our friend is safe.

  After he scribed the message, he held up the cloth. Despite having very few experiences writing by hand, his penmanship was surprisingly legible.

  Milo waited for the sauce to dry before he folded up the note and delivered it to a friend at the Facility.

  Chapter Fourteen

  The guardian crafts moved in swiftly and silently as they assembled on the street below. About a dozen or so guardians remained on the street to stake out the perimeter while another group made their way up the staircase to Mara’s old apartment.

  Inside the apartment, Alex could not believe her eyes. She stared at her screen for a moment to make sure the object she was seeing was real. There’s only one way to find out, she thought.

  “Flashlight,” she commanded. A dense beam of light shone from the end of her access pod as she knelt down on the floorboard and began searching for a loose screw or an edge to pry up. After an anxious analysis, she discovered a small notch in the wood that large enough to wedge her finger in. She lifted up the plank and set it aside.

  Extending her arm out, she aimed the light downward, illuminating the tiny alcove in the floor. To her surprise, the strong beam of light caressed a small wooden box. Without wasting any time, Alex reached in with both arms and hauled the lost treasure to the surface.

  The box was covered with a thick layer of dust, but was otherwise in good shape. She blew off the top layer of dust and then wiped the residual bits with her arm. She laid the box down on the floor in front of her and examined it carefully. There was nothing particularly unusual about it – there were no markings or labels to indicate who it belonged to or what it was for. Whatever was inside though, had to be important enough for it to be hidden in the floor.

  Alex slowly opened the lid and saw what had been hiding all those years. She perused the contents briefly, but before she fully comprehended what she had uncovered, there was a loud crash from the other room that startled her. Following that, a stampede of footsteps echoed throughout the apartment, striking fear into her heart. Alex panicked and quickly sealed the contents in the box and placed everything back into the floor. She slid the plank over to cover it up just as the bedroom door was kicked off its hinges.

  By the time she rose to her feet, the guardians were already funneling in through the bedroom door. Alex ran toward the window, pried it open, and slipped through onto the platform. The irony of the escape crossed her mind, but only for a second. She was now descending down the same emergency staircase as her mother had done nearly twenty years prior, but that’s where the similarities ended. Once Alex made it to the street, she was surrounded by dozens of guardians. She had no choice but to surrender. A swarm of guardians surrounded her and bound her arms behind her back. She was placed in the back of one of the guardian transport vehicles and was taken to prison.

  ***

  About an hour after Milo had written the note, Aris received a knock on his door. For a split second, he thought it might be Alex, looking to stay the night with him.

  He approached the door and looked at the video monitor, but did not recognize the person standing on the other side. It was a young man who did not look too threatening so Aris opened the door.

  “Can I help you?” he asked.

  “Is your name Aris?”

  “Who wants to know?” Aris asked.

  The young messenger didn’t say another word. He simply extended his hand to deliver Aris a message. Aris looked down at a piece of cloth that was being handed to him. As soon as he accepted it, the messenger walked off.

  Aris continued to watch the man until he disappeared down a hallway. Confused, Aris closed the door and walked slowly back to his living room. He unraveled the cloth and read the message. ‘Big brother is watching me, make sure our friend is safe.’

  A concerning thought entered Aris’ mind. If Milo went to the trouble to write this note and have some kid deliver it, Alex must be in danger.

  Not wanting to waste any precious time, Aris gathered a few items before leaving his apartment. He rushed to the tram and boarded it just before it took off. Ordinarily, he thought the tram was fast, but not that night. “Come on, come on, come on,” he mumbled to himself impatiently.

  When the tram finally reached the ground floor, he sprinted out before the doors had a chance to fully open. Now darting across the main lobby, he found a dormant taxi and jumped inside. The automated driver greeted him politely and asked for his desired destination.

  “Ferndale and Willow!” he shouted as he panted for breath.

  “I’m sorry, please repeat the name of your destination,” the robotic voice said.

  Aris’ frustration mounted. He gave the command again, this time slowly and clearly, “Ferndale… and… Willow.” The automated driver understood the request and the vehicle started to move.

  The neighbourhood where Alex was staying was on the other side of town, which was at least an hour away. He took a few deep breaths to calm himself down and then reclined his seat to get comfortable for the long ride. The chair slowly tilted back, allowing Aris to fully stretch out. The bright lights of the city lit up the night sky and poured into the cab. Aris adjusted a switch that limited the amount of light that penetrated the glass dome of the taxi, causing it to become dark. He took another deep breath, closed his eyes, and dozed off.

  When the taxi arrived at the destination, the interior lights gradually became brighter, waking Aris up. He adjusted the seat and tried to shake the cobwebs from his brain. It was only 10:30 p.m., but already he was feeling fatigued. Stepping out of the vehicle under the dim glow of a streetlight, Aris looked down the barren streets and did n
ot see a single person or parked car in sight. There was something unsettling about being in a neighbourhood that was completely abandoned, especially in a city with a population of over ten million. Rows of deteriorating buildings that were once the homes of thousands of people now stood vacant. It was the ugly secret that nearly everyone tried to ignore. These neighbourhoods were scars left over from the third world war that had not fully healed. They were a reminder to anyone adventurous enough to travel to them that the world was not always so perfect.

  Amidst the burnt-down confectionaries, crumbling streets, and buildings with boarded up windows was the place where Alex was staying. Aris made his way into the back alley and up the fire escape ladder. When he reached the second level apartment, he called out for Alex, but there was no response.

  “Flashlight,” he said, as he pointed his arm into the room. Overwhelmed with trepidation, he discovered he was too late. The first thing he noticed was the bedroom door broken off its hinges and lying a few feet from the doorframe. .

  The bedroom window was already open so he squeezed through. He aimed his light at the ground and saw the dirty tread marks of size twelve boots, decorating the floor. He followed the footprints outside the bedroom all the way to the entrance of the apartment. Much like the bedroom, the front door had also been dislodged from its frame and was now lying on the floor near the kitchen. Studying the doorframe, he observed black burn marks and the distinct odour of C4 explosives – evidence of a recent blast. Aris deduced the guardians had come for Alex, but it was unclear if they were successful.

  Aris retraced the footprints back into the bedroom. He could see Alex’s little footprints in the dust on the floor. Piecing together a story of what might have happened, he concluded that she had managed to escape through the window. However, what happened after that was still a mystery. Aris walked over to the window and looked out, foolishly hoping to see her below.

  When he turned around, something peculiar happened to catch his eye. There was an intriguing pattern left in the dust around one specific area of the floor. It was apparent that the centre part of the floor had seen a lot of action recently. He could even identify one of Alex’s handprints. She was definitely doing something down there, he thought.

  Aris squatted down to get a closer look. Shining his light around the area, he examined the floorboards and discovered that one of the boards had a small notch in it. Running his finger over the groove, he realized it was just wide enough to wedge a small object in it. Using his pinky finger, he squeezed the tip in and began to pry up the floorboard. With a little effort, he managed to lift the board and set it aside. Much to his surprise, he discovered a small wooden box. The dust on the lid had been recently disturbed, indicating Alex had discovered it earlier. Completely captivated with his discovery, Aris removed the box from the hole, slowly peeled it open, and peered inside. With a furrowed brow, he studied the contents carefully. After a brief analysis, it was clear he had discovered a secret he was not supposed to know.

  He looked around nervously as he now possessed something of great value and importance. Remaining wary of any lurking marauders, he gathered up everything that was in the box and put it in his satchel. He placed the empty box back in the hole and covered it up with the plank.

  With the bounty now in his possession, Aris snuck away undetected like a thief in the night.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Alex was taken inside a cold interrogation room. Her access pod and all other personal effects had been confiscated and were most likely being examined. While she waited, she searched the database of information in her brain for any legal precedents that were relevant to her situation. Since lawyers were practically obsolete, most people typically had a large reservoir of legal data in their brain that they could access when circumstances demanded. Alex was unique since she had the entire law library in her brain – a massive feat for even the most advanced computers, let alone a human. With her unmatched understanding of the law, she was confident she could outwit a panel of the best lawyers and judges on the planet.

  The only crimes they could charge her with were breaching a secured government database and having unauthorized access of government files, but convicting her was unlikely. She had not actually stolen any files, nor did the files pose any security threat. Nevertheless, the crime was still considered to be a very serious offense.

  Alex had just started her adult life and so far was off to a bad start. If someone had told her a week earlier that she would be hunted by the guardians and thrown in prison, she would have thought they were crazy. Despite being in custody for less than an hour, Alex already missed her freedom.

  Sitting in the interrogation room gave her a lot of time to think. Her only regret was getting caught. If given the opportunity to find information about her mother, she would have done it again.

  “Hello, Ms. Gray,” a stoic man said. “My name is Agent Archimedes. I work for the United Intelligence Agency and am the head of security for the Leader, Maxim Morrison.”

  “What does the head of security for the Leader want with me?” Alex asked.

  “That’s classified.”

  “I was told you are very bright, Ms. Gray, but do you understand the difference between knowledge and wisdom? Wisdom is something you get with age and experience. You may have a lot of knowledge in your brain, but you still have a lot to learn. Once our system alerted us to your unauthorized access of government files, logically, we wanted to see what you were looking at. Much to our surprise, the file you were looking at led us directly to you.”

  Alex didn’t say a word.

  ”As such. I’ll be placing you in a prison cell for five years so you can think long and hard about your unlawful conduct. Your memory will be wiped and you’ll lose all recollection of this event and maybe even some other things as well. How does that sound?”

  “It sounds like a misappropriation of power coupled with an unlawful punishment without due process. As you know, Agent, I have inalienable civil liberties that protect me from such abuses by authority that violate the rule of law.”

  The man chuckled with amusement. “I see you’re living up to your reputation. I might be willing to make you a deal.”

  “What kind of deal?” Alex replied.

  “Tell me how you acquired the knowledge to penetrate our security system and I’ll put in a good word to reduce your sentence down to three years.”

  “That sounds like a pretty crummy deal to me.”

  “I’m sorry you feel that way, Ms. Gray, but I will give you a chance to reconsider. In the meantime, you can get used to what the next five years of your life will be like inside a prison cell.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  After being detained overnight, Alex woke up and stretched her muscles. Evidently, her body needed more time to adjust to the uncomfortable bed and conventional way of sleeping. Without an oxygen-infused hyperbaric sleep chamber, she definitely did not feel one hundred percent refreshed.

  Alex paced back and forth like a caged animal, trying to exercise her mind. That was the only way she could feel free. Her mind recalled books and music for entertainment, mathematics for problem solving, and beautiful imagery for creativity. At the same time she did that, she began doing calisthenics to maintain her strength. For over two hours, she performed jumping jacks, squats, sit ups, and pushups until a voice came over the speaker system and interrupted her workout.

  “We need everyone to leave their cells immediately and form an orderly line.”

  Just then, Alex heard a mechanical locking mechanism unlatch and her door slid open.

  Sweaty and exhausted, Alex began to take deep breaths and slow exhales to reduce her heart rate. She had worked up a ferocious appetite and hoped it was time for lunch. Reluctantly stepping outside her cell, she took her place in line among the other detainees. She looked around and caught the glimpses of some inmates staring at her, but made sure not to make eye contact with anyone. It was her first time seei
ng the interior of the modern prison in daylight. It looked more like a university campus from the beginning of the 21st century – back when they had university campuses. The natural skylights and stainless-steel details actually seemed pleasant.

  Unsure what to expect from prison life, she embraced it as an opportunity to gain valuable life experience.

  “This way please,” a prison guardian instructed.

  The inmates marched passed a row of cells then down a steel staircase. Once on the ground floor, they continued to be herded though a long corridor toward a large open area that contained rows of tables and a cafeteria-style kitchen at the far end. The ceiling was about forty feet from the floor and was comprised of a special glass that allowed natural sunlight to pour in during the day, but could also simulate natural light in the evening or in times of poor weather conditions. They were installed all over the common areas of the prison because it had proven to be effective for rehabilitation and morale.

  Alex looked around to get acquainted with her new surroundings. Based on the layout, she figured if she were to drill a hole in the back of her cell, she would overlook the entire cafeteria.

  Once everyone was in the cafeteria, the inmates maintained their single-file line to receive their food. Several guardians were stationed around the cafeteria to enforce order.

  Alex grabbed a tray, filled it up with unappealing grub, and found a seat, alone. She kept her head down mostly because there were a lot of very intimidating-looking women. They had a way of making her feel like a plump fish that had been dropped in the middle of a shark tank. Alex knew a lot about human psychology and realized if any of the other inmates sensed even a hint of weakness in her, they would surely exploit it, instinctively. However, displaying too much brazen confidence early on would similarly incite the primal instincts in the other women and cause them to get territorial. She figured her best strategy was to go unnoticed.