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New Dawn Pt 2 FinalInside of ten minutes, a man appeared - no fooling, appeared - outside of the Genome Lab and knocked on the door. Wearing a white lab coat, standing about 5' 7", and with grey matted hair, he had a clipboard in hand as well as a duffle bag. He was here to work.
Dr. Archuleta answered the door. "Are you ?"
"Dr. Thomas Chase, it's a pleasure to meet you at last, Dr. Archuleta."
"Please, call me Hannah." Dr. Archuleta shook his hand. "Come, I want you to meet Cindy."
Cindy had been drifting into sleep, along with Lina, who was already exhausted from her friend's antics.
"How'd you get here so fast, doctor? It's at least twelve hours to Los Angeles from here," Dr. Archuleta commented.
"Can't really answer that question, except that I have a friend who knows teleportation magic." Dr. Chase approached the young girls. "Well now. Who is Cindy and who is Lina?"
Cindy opened her e
New Dawn Pt 2 Ch 3Slowly, Cindy's temperature began to relax. She was indeed fully human - during the twenty-five minutes that Dr. Hennah slowly adjusted the isolation room's temperature, they blocked the opacity of the glass and checked all of her anatomy from top to bottom. Cindy was fully human again but with multiple questions as the nature of what had occured.
Now dressed, she sat next to Lina across from Dr. Hennah's computer terminal.
"What has happened to me?" Cindy asked at last.
Dr. Hennah folded his hands gravely and slowly shook his head. "I dare not say at this point but I called Dr. Archuleta while you were in there. She said she would be here momentarily."
"Surely you have done some testing since we were here last? Doctor, you took about four blood samples from her what did you find?" Lina asked.
He rose from his seat and paced the room quietly. "What we found is certainly interesting, and I fe
New Dawn Pt 2 Ch 2Cindy pulled open the passenger door with her right hand. No sooner had her skin touch the hot panel, this right hand soon formed into a tire. "Lina!"
Lina gasped. "What, what?" She quickly looked around to make sure there were no onlookers.
"A tire!" Cindy shook her wrist angrily.
"Relax, relax can you feel anything else happening?" Lina asked.
Cindy looked over her left hand curiously. The treads upon the back of her left hand remained. No, she was not transforming into Selene fully or was she?
"Standard procedure air on full. But we'll run with the windows down. I don't want to wait around for the hall patrol to find us." Lina started the engine. "Get in already!"
"Am am I changing?" Cindy asked.
"No, you're not. At least, I don't think you are. Come on already!"
Cindy finally sat down and closed the door with her lef
New Dawn Part Two Ch 1PART TWO: DAWN OF DISINTEGRATION
It has been six months since a young woman in Alburquerque, New Mexico has learned to adapt herself to her inner automobile. Even throughout the hottest days of the long desert summer, she had been fortunate enough to keep the secret of the Porsche 911 Carrare, named Selene, since early April.
Now school was in full swing again, and she was a junior at Bremar High School. Still sixteen but six months older, and hopefully wiser, Cindy Richards had since sold her old Geo to her best friend, Lina Christensen, who had finally gotten her driver's license.
But although the Geo was now in Lina's name, Cindy still drove it whenever the two were just bumming around their corner of town.
"Don't you think this is weird?" Cindy asked.
"What's weird?" Lina gazed out the window towards a shopping mall that was under construction. "That we're in a recession yet they're building a brand new enclosed mall in the mi
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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