I put that scary thought in the back of my mind, and grabbed the flash drive. I stumbled over to the computer and put put the flash drive into the computer and waited until it said it was alright to continue. When the light flashed, I clicked the picture of the flash drive, and waited for the data to show up. But, just as the data was about to come up, I heard foot steps. Oh no. I quickly exited out and took the flash drive out of the computer. I placed it back carefully back into the container. I closed to lid of the container and stumbled back towards the table. I sat back down and slowly laid down. I situated my feet like the way they were before, and closed my eyes. I heard some mumbling, and the footsteps were getting closer and closer. I waited, then, the door opened.
“ Here she is,” one of the voices said. A female. My guess was around the age of 30-45.
“ The flash drive?” another voice. Male. Age: 40-65. Older.
“ Name?” the male asked.
“ Short for?”
“ Indigo, at least that is what we think. She, apparently, has a twin brother. We haven’t any information on the boy, yet.”
“ When shall we try for an upgrade?” the male asked.
“ Well, Mr. Johanson needs about another week or so, then we shall transfer the flash drive, and then we can start the upgrade,” she said. I could hear one of the two walk across the room. I could hear them pick up the container that held the flash drive. I carefully lifted an eyelid, not enough for either of them to notice, but just enough for me to barely see.
The man. Gray hair, wearing a lab coat, from this distance, brown eyes. A few seconds later, the woman came into view. Faded brown hair, also wearing a lab coat, and, I think, blue eyes. The man picked up and handed the woman the container. She entered the password into the lock pad and took the flash drive out of the container. She then walked over to me. She pulled the top of the flash drive off and then leaned in. She placed it into the small metal thing that was connected to my arm. I felt a little bit of pressure, and heard a click. No pain. She then, surprisingly, took the bottom of the flash drive off as well. Are flash drives able to unhook from both ends? When she took the bottom off, it revealed a small tube connector. She went to the corner of the room and opened a drawer. She then pulled a tube out of the drawer. She connected one side of the tube to the computer and started typing. I laid there for, at most, thirty minutes while she was typing. She then got up and walked over to me with the other side of the tube. She connected it to the flash drive and walked back over to the computer. With the click of a button on the keyboard, she was out. The man left right behind her, leaving me alone, confused and frightened. I don’t know why. Maybe the fact that I just awoken, from a fight, into a science lab looking place with blood bags and needles laying everywhere, that I could barely stand up, that I have a metal device implanted in my arm, that I just watched as two complete strangers walked in and started talking about me and my brother while one of them put a flash drive into my arm and connected me to a computer. Just a hunch. I opened my eyes, but didn’t move until I couldn’t hear the footsteps. I carefully got up, with struggle I might add, and walked over to the computer. I sat down in the chair and looked at the screen.
‘DOWNLOADING FILE…. 8%’
What file? Why was this ‘file’ being downloaded into the flash drive that was connected to my arm? So many questions went through my head. Then again, when isn’t there a question going through my head? Hardly ever. But there is hardly ever an answer. So many questions asked every day, but hardly any of them have a straightforward answer. I sat there, and thought for a couple of minutes. I then looked down at my arm and looked carefully at the device. Nothing I have ever seen before. Something you would most likely see in a science fiction movie. I really couldn’t describe it in words, even if I tried. I sighed and tried to clear my head. What is going on? Where am I? This is when reality kicked in. This is when I started to cry. Thoughts entered my head. Questions. I just wanted to go home. I wanted to see my mother. My two best friends. I wanted to go home and watch the television while waiting for mother to come home, as I did when I was younger. I miss everyones smile. I miss my family being whole. I miss everything. Pain, happiness, everything. I felt as if I haven’t seen any of my loved ones in years. I just fell to my knees, and let my worries get the best of me. Why me? I was just a sort of ordinary girl. But yet I am having to fight for my life. Fighting to know. To know where I am. To know why I am here. To know.