He grabs the microphone one more time, his lips pressed against it. Screeching. Distorted.
“I am more than the parts I’m made of!”
“I am more!”
“I am . . .”
“I . . .”
“I . . .”
And a single voice says calmly, simply, “What if you’re not?”
“ . . .”
“That’s all for now,” Roberta tells the jabbering crowd. “Thank you for coming.”
- - -
He cries, unable to stop. He doesn’t know where he is, where Roberta has brought him to. He is nowhere. There is no one in the world but the two of them.
“Shhh,” she tells him, gently rocking him back and forth. “It’s all right. Everything will be all right.”
But it does nothing to calm him. He wants to make the memory of those judgmental faces go away. Can she cut it out of his mind? Replace the memory with some random thoughts of another random Unwind? Can they do that for him? Can they please?
“This was just a first salvo from a world that still needs to process you,” Roberta says. “The next one will go better.”
Next one? How could he even survive a next one?
“Caboose!” he says. “Closed cover. Credits roll.”
“No,” Roberta tells him, holding him even more tightly. “It’s not the end, this is just the beginning, and I know you’ll rise to meet the challenge. You just need a thicker skin.”
“Then graft me one!”
She chuckles like it’s a joke, and her laughing makes him laugh too, which makes her laugh only louder, and suddenly in the midst of his tears he finds himself in a fit of laughter, yet angry at himself for it. He doesn’t even know why he’s laughing, but he can’t stop, any more than he could stop crying. Finally he gets himself under control. He’s exhausted. All he wants to do is sleep. It will be that way for him for a long time.
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—Paid for by the Consortium of Concerned Taxpayers
Cam is in full mental and emotional regression. All kinds of theories for his backward slide are postulated and debated. Perhaps his rewound parts are rejecting one another. Perhaps his new neural connections are overloaded with conflicting information and have begun to collapse. The fact of it is that he has simply stopped talking, stopped performing for them—he’s even stopped eating and is now on an IV.
All nature of tests have been done on him, but Cam knows the tests will show nothing, because they can’t probe his mind. They can’t quantify his will to live—or lack of will.
Roberta paces in his bedroom. At first she showed great concern, but over the past few weeks, her concern has mildewed into frustration and anger.
“Do you think I don’t know what you’re doing?”
He responds by tugging his IV out of his arm.
Roberta comes to him quickly and reconnects it. “You’re being a stubborn, obstinate child!”