Complete Atopia Chronicles

I sighed.

“We have to slow down the release,” I said flatly, “or at least stop it for now.”

Things were moving so fast now that the phutures had completely destabilized. Everyone’s resolve to keep the program on track despite the mounting risks had been the last straw to force me into unilateral action. Things were out of control. I could see I would be alone in this.

“Give Sintil8 our authentication key to initiate,” I informed Marie. The pssi program would suffer in the short term, but it needed to be done.

“And did you set-up the meeting with the Terra Novans?” I asked. The time had come to lay all our cards on the table, for everyone’s benefit.

Marie nodded. If ever a proxxi could look nervous, she did now.

“We’re going to get to the bottom of this. I’m going to slow things down,” I added, trying to console Marie, or perhaps myself. “Something is happening with Jimmy I don’t understand, like someone else is controlling him.”

That thought floated quietly for a few moments.

“Well, no time like the present,” I said with a sigh, breaking the silence.

I pinged an urgent request for Jimmy to come down to my office in his first subjective. Marie made her own subjective scarce.

Leaning back in my chair, I tried to think of the right way to bring up a new and troubling discovery.

A moment later Jimmy appeared in one of my attending chairs, looking slightly annoyed. This was the new Jimmy of late, and I felt distinctly uncomfortable again.

“Patricia, I’ve got a lot on my plate right now,” he said impatiently. “What’s up that’s so important?”

I looked towards the ceiling, and then back at Jimmy, watching him carefully.

“Jimmy, I’ve been trying to locate your parents, but I can’t seem to find them anywhere out there.”

Jimmy looked at me and shrugged.

“I have no idea where they are. To tell you the truth, I couldn’t care less.”

“So you have no idea?” I asked again.

I’d taken a huge chance at the meeting by secretly installing invasive pssi–probes into the smarticle cloud during the session to get a bead on whether people were lying or telling the truth. As far as my probes could tell, so far Jimmy had been telling the truth, and he continued to.

“Nope. The last I heard, they were back in Louisiana, did you send some bots to track around down there?”

“Yes. Yes, I did try that. In fact, I’ve tried everything I can think of to locate them,” I answered, nodding.

Jimmy’s face darkened.

“Just like you can’t find the dolphins, right Patricia?”

Where was this coming from?

“What are you talking about?” I asked. “What dolphins?”

Years ago there had been an unresolved security incident that had been the beginning of the end of civil relations with Terra Nova. One of the outcomes had been the revocation of the work permits for the uplifted dolphins. We’d had to send them all back to Terra Nova, but they’d been all happy and healthy. I’d even checked in on the beautiful creatures myself after they’d been sent home.

Looking at him, I realized something was very wrong.

19

Identity: Jimmy Jones

I HELD PATRICIA’S gaze firmly, feeling anger begin to boil in me. Right now I just didn’t have time for this. I still felt a lot of affection for her, after all she had done for me, but it was hard to forgive her for the death of my beloved Samantha.

“Look, I don’t have any answers for you,” I replied with finality. Shaking my head impatiently, I clicked off my primary and left a splinter to continue chatting with her so I could get back to figuring out these storms.

I honestly didn’t know where my parents were. We hadn’t kept in touch after they’d left Atopia, or abandoned me here was more accurate. I was only fourteen at the time, but Patricia had already begun to take me under her wing by then. When they’d left so abruptly, she’d swooped in like a savior angel, pulling me in tight.

I felt bad about being so short with Patricia, but lately, I hadn’t had any time. To be honest, I’d found that talking to her had started to annoy me as I discovered the hypocrisies surrounding her. I felt like her loyalty to the cause, her own cause, just wasn’t there anymore.

On the other hand, if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t even be where I was. I remembered clearly the moment when Patricia had first come into my life. Almost involuntarily, a splinter wandered off back into my inVerse to experience the moment again, perhaps to try and rebuild my bond with Patricia as I felt it slipping.

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Soon after my fourth birthday, Patricia had dropped in for a visit with my parents. Nancy Killiam and I were distant cousins, but our side of the family was where the dark horses ran. Patricia had seen an opportunity to bring us back into the fold when Atopia was being planned, and had extended a generous offer to my parents, Gretchen and Phil, to come on board the project.