I was adopted when I was four months old. The anniversary is actually next week. I’m a week ahead of myself this month. I made a page for what some people to be the best thing in this blog. My dad’s story about the adoption. I do get teary when reading it
The post under this is about RudyG. As a New Yorker and one who worked in social services in The Bronx when he was elected I can speak about him with authority.
This page includes all the previous chapters. Including the mysterious but explanatory chapter 5 which was never a 3WW but on the sidebar.
I only intended to write one story, then I decided to add a chapter, and it began to grow. It’s a true first draft and something I do for fun only. Colliding Worlds is set in New York, 2030. That means I can’t make it true sci fi. But can use some medical advances, corporations, and political–not advances. It will come out slowly.
Justin looked at Nell lying on the bed. He didn’t want to think about the last day they had really been together, fourteen months ago. That Sunday, Nell woke him up early:
It snowed late last night. Let’s go to the park
The snow will still be there in an hour
He turned over to go back to sleep. She ran her hands over his body. He was about to tell her to stop when she whispered into his ear. All thoughts of sleep were forgotten as their bodies melded into one. It was always best early in the morning. Justin smiled and followed her into the shower:
I’m going to get you for that.
Bet you can’t wait.
Showers had always been important to them. They couldn’t stop laughing as the many massage sprays mingled with their bodies. Showers reminded me of them of the day, Junior Year in high school, Justin had sort of innocently kept talking to her as she had walked into her shower. That day they first declared their love for each other: the day they first made love in Nell’s retro floral print wallpapered bathroom, next to her parents bedroom
After this shower, Justin watched Nell straight iron her hair. She was meeting the girls for brunch. He was going to work on a book. Snow began to fall again. It was supposed to softly snow all day. The weather was just cold enough for it to stick without being icy. Justin and Nell were going to meet at Central Park at Two, make snow angels, and go ice skating. Nell had taught him to fall into smooth rocks. It was easier for people over fifteen. Justin waited at a rock near West 79th Street with their ice skates. Nell had called it their rock since they had once made love on it in the middle of the night in high school. She was very propitiatory about the rock, and funded maintaining the grass and trees, nearby, that kept the rock hidden from public view. Every year on the anniversary of the night they had first found the rock, they would bring a bottle of champagne, a joint, and reenact that first night. Each year one was responsible for thinking up something new to add to their repertoire. As neither Nell nor Justin were into public demonstrations of affection, it always felt slightly naughty and as though they were still sixteen. It was Justin’s favorite night of the year. This year was his turn and he thought he had come up with the perfect move. Justin could maneuver the tapes the video cams made that monitored every inch of the park.
He kept calling Nell’s cell and getting her voice mail Their cells had GPS’s for emergencies. Nell’s was disabled. He called her girlfriends. Nobody had seen her since she got off the subway at West 79th Street. The subway videos showed her getting off a train, laughing and waving to her friends. The street video’s showed her walking alone until Columbus Avenue. Then she seemed to disappear. That was impossible. The videos captured every street, store, restaurant and apartment building. In America, 2028 people gladly sacrificed privacy for security.
Only The ISB was supposed to have the technology to maneuver the tapes. The videos were all synchronized so that one person could be seen from the time she walked out of her apartment until she walked back in without pause, if she stayed in public places and didn’t go into the apartment of a known dissenter, or might be dissenter. Most Manhattanites had been on that list initially but the list grew smaller every year.
That was the last time they had seen each other until six weeks ago. He kept feeding her doctored water. It didn’t seem to do anything Justin mistakenly whispered into her ear. It agitated her, and seemed to make her want sex. Oh he wanted sex with Nell but not this way. He wanted her back whole. Justin had so many resources, so much medicine, analysis of medicines, blood and more, and specialists available. Nothing seemed to be working. Max called. Nadia was coming up the block.
When Nadia came into the townhouse, Justin and Max were playing a computer game. She assumed their games were exciting. They had designed the game and many more. Web Warrior games were very hot. Peoples avatars could morph into different characters at any time The games were 3D and the visuals were as exciting as the game. Nadia’s friends who disdained computer games in favor of massages and cards played Web Warrior. You could get your evil side out, your submissive side, your good side, all in one segment.
She smiled her mousy smile at them. It was good that she looked so plain and could bring up facial expressions at will. Now she was the competent nurse with no love for anybody. She walked into the bedroom where Ella was trying to grasp something that was invisible to everybody but her. Nadia switched off the room monitors and put on lights that constantly changed colors.
If Ella really tried she could catch the lights. They were brighter than they had been all day. If she caught the bright pink one, her prince would come. She had just seen a man who looked and talked like her prince. But her prince would know that he had to catch the lights. He had walked out just before the woman came in. She liked the woman. The woman would help her find the real prince. But something about the woman was scary. Ella didn’t want the woman to touch her. She told the woman to leave but the woman pretended not to understand her. Ella’s doll could make the woman leave. Ella’s doll refused to help her. Ella needed to catch the light. If she caught the light she could summon up angels. Angels could do anything.
Nadia couldn’t help but think of Nell as Ella. Ella was a non-person without most memories or a mind. Nell was somebody else. Somebody who might be worthy. She gave Ella a drink; chocolate milk with an ISB med.
Here this will sooth you.
Ella looked at the pretty pink straw. She wasn’t sure what she was supposed to do with it. She began to play with the chocolate. Brown is an ugly color. Ella only wanted pretty colors. Prince’s liked princesses who wore pretty colors. Didn’t the woman know that? She knew she was right for disliking the woman. Nadia looked at her with a combination of disgust and lust. She murmured:
You’ve really regressed haven’t you? Good but they all want you a bit more aware. Justin, he wants the old you. Ain’t never going to happen. I’m going to make you perfect for me.
Nadia fed Ella the milk. Ella instantly became a bit more aware. Her eyes brightened and she said something that almost sounded intelligible. Nadia spoke in a low sexy voice
You think you make sense Ella? You don’t. I might have to let you make sense, but it will be for brief moments. You’ll want to be Nell again, and it will be so so pitiful. You’ll learn who the one person who can help you is. You’ll learn to love me, when you realize that you’re just plain Ella, a nobody.
Ella wondered who Nell was. Nell was the princess. The man who looked and sounded like the prince but couldn’t be said she was Nell and he was__she couldn’t remember. She didn’t want to catch the light. That was for babies. She wasn’t a baby. She had a life, a life she couldn’t remember. She wanted to get out of here. She wanted to find the man. Princes were stupid. They were things little girls dreamed about. She didn’t want to dream. She wanted to live. If she was nice to the woman maybe she could get out. She smiled.
When Nadia had come to America she had been amazed by American teeth. Now her teeth were laminated, and whiter than white. But Ella’s teeth made her smile enchanting. Nadia couldn’t understand that. They weren’t anywhere as white or perfect as hers, but they looked better. Nadia hated and desired pretty women. She didn’t have to hate Ella she could just feel sorry for her. Instead of going to the medicine chest for the hypodermic and “medicine” she went to a secret draw in a closet where she kept the needle and hallucinogens she used. Nadia believed anybody could tamper with her things. She smiled at Ella as she came with the hypodermic.
Ella resisted. Nadia shoved her onto the pillows, and quickly and expertly shot up Ella.
Nadia knew how to make hallucinogens there was no antidote for. She had been giving Ella small dosages since the beginning. Nobody knew exactly how she mixed the acid and TMHL, nor that she put a third ingredient in it. One that nobody knew how to make but her. Nadia had a Masters in Chemistry but had gone into nursing for the money. She had done her Masters under another name and Social Security number. Even The ISB hadn’t found out. Nadia thought having another career and identity could come in handy some day. Yesterday she gave Ella a double dose. Today she gave her three times that.
If anybody analyzed Ella’s blood only the right ingredients in the right amounts would show. If her plans went as she expected she wouldn’t mind the world not knowing how truly brilliant she was.
Nadia didn’t know Justin and Max had put surveillance cameras in the room that couldn’t be detected. They were watching from the Web Warrior game on their 40″ Imac screen, and the laptops they both used to make their moves. Justin owned Web Warrior. People thought Google owned the Internet. They didn’t know there was a company, The ISB, that owned Google. The ISB had funded Web Warrior.
Nadia walked to the other side of the room as she watched Ella’s body jerk and twitch. She knew what that meant. Ella would love it so much more in a few minutes. Nadia had no idea if a few minutes was the equivalent of a day to Ella. She walked closer to Ella:
This will make you feel good.
She tickled Ella and got into bed with her. Ella began to hallucinate quickly.
Nell and Denny were making love. Justin had died and Denny came back to her life. No, but she wasn’t Nell. Nell was somebody she had once known. Maybe Justin’s girlfriend when they had broke up. Denny said that she and Justin hadn’t been happy together. She left Justin for Denny, and they loved each other passionately. Something happened and she and Denny had to live with many people, and Denny had to pretend to be Del. But Denny said if all the people didn’t live with them, she would have to live in a hospital. This was more fun. Nadia was in bed with them. Ella must be a princess to have two with her.
Justin knew he had to get her out that night. It didn’t matter that they were outnumbered by Denny’s people. It didn’t matter that The USC had made weapons superior to The ISB’s. He had gotten one of the weapons. The ISB was working on disabling the weapons. They were almost ready. Almost wasn’t quick enough.