UnWholly (Unwind Dystology 2)
Risa has no idea what her future holds now. All she knows is that she must focus on that future and not on Connor, no matter how much that hurts.
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A few days later Risa finally has an actual visitor: a well-dressed woman with an air of authority.
“Good morning, Risa. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the girl behind the hullabaloo. “
Risa immediately decides that anyone who uses the word “hullabaloo” cannot be her friend.
The woman sits down in the single chair in the cell. It’s a chair that has never been used, because it’s not exactly designed for a paraplegic. In fact, it seems specifically designed not to be accessible to Risa, like most everything else in her cell. “I trust they’ve been treating you well?”
“I haven’t been ‘treated’ at all. I’ve been ignored.”
“You haven’t been ignored,” the woman tells her. “You’ve just been allowed some time to settle. Some time alone, to think.”
“Somehow I doubt I’ve ever been alone. . . .” Risa throws a glance to a large wall mirror, through which she can occasionally see shadows. “So am I some sort of political prisoner?” She asks, getting right to the point. “If you’re not going to torture me, do you just plan to leave me here to rot? Or maybe you’re selling me to a parts pirate. At least the parts that work.”
“None of those things,” says the woman. “I’m here to help you. And you, my dear, are going to help us.”
“I doubt that.” Risa rolls away, although she can’t roll very far. The woman doesn’t get up from her chair. She doesn’t even move; she just sits there comfortably. Risa wanted to be in control of this situation, but this woman keeps control with her voice alone.
“My name is Roberta. I represent an organization called Proactive Citizenry. Our purpose, among other things, is to do good in this world. We seek to advance the causes of both science and freedom as well as to provide a sense of spiritual enlightenment.”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
Roberta smiles and pauses a moment, holding her smile before she speaks. “I’m going to have the charges against you dropped, Risa. But more importantly, I’m going to get you out of that wheelchair and give you a new spine.”
Risa turns to her, filled with more mixed emotions than she can sort right now. “No, you will not! It’s my right to refuse the spine of an Unwind.”
“Yes, it is,” Roberta says, way too calmly. “However, I firmly believe you will change your mind.”
Risa crosses her arms, her belief more firm than Roberta’s that she won’t.
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She’s given the silent treatment again—but they must be getting impatient, because it’s only for two days this time instead of a week. Roberta returns and sits once more in the chair designed for people who can walk. This time she has a folder with her, although Risa can’t see what’s inside.
“Have you given any thought to my offer?” Roberta asks her.
“I don’t need to. I already gave you my answer.”
“It’s very noble to stand on principle and refuse an unwound spine,” Roberta says. “It does, however, represent a wrongful mind-set that is neither productive nor adaptive. It’s backward, actually, and it makes you part of the problem.”
“I plan to keep my ‘wrongful mind-set’ as well as my wheelchair.”
“Very well. I won’t deny you your choice.” Roberta shifts in her chair—perhaps a little irritated, or maybe just in anticipation. “There’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Then she stands and opens the door. Risa knows that whoever it is has been waiting in the other room, watching through the oneway mirror.
“You can come in now,” Roberta says cheerfully.
A boy steps in cautiously. He seems sixteen or so. He has multicolored skin and multicolored streaks in his hair. At first she assumes it’s some sort of extreme body modification, but she quickly realizes it’s more than that. There is something profoundly wrong about him.
“Hi,” he says, and smiles tentatively with perfect teeth. “I’m Cam. I’ve been looking forward to meeting you, Risa.”
Risa backs away, her wheelchair bumping the wall. Now it strikes her exactly what she’s seeing—exactly why this boy seems so “off.” She has seen a news report about this creation. Her flesh starts to crawl. If it could, it would crawl right through the air vents to escape what she’s seeing.
“Get that thing away from me! It’s disgusting! Get it away!”
His expression mirrors Risa’s horror. He backs away and hits the wall as well.