Nanobots, Murder, and Other Family Problems
Sat 11/26 15:07:57 PST

I pull another few thousand bots in and add them to the rings emanating heat around me. The stones of the Residence steps beneath me are still freezing cold, but I’m not bothered enough by it to worry about warming them. Maybe I should have grabbed a jacket, but what’s the point of being a technowizard if I don’t use my powers? I’ve paid a dear enough price for them, so I’m going to get all I can from these microscopic metal bugs.

A stray paper with a handprint decorated like a turkey blows across the grass of the commons. Must be from the nursery kids’ crafts earlier today. I snatch it out of the air with a thought and pull it into my hand. Millie’s name is drawn in crayon at the bottom below the finger-tailfeathers on the construction paper. Inside the palm area, a neater hand wrote what she is grateful for: Father, the Butler Institute, Saving the World, Nanny, and Pumpkin Pie. As I look at it, I get a brief flash of memory, handing something not so different from this to Gramps at a Thanksgiving feast at his house. I must have been in kindergarten or preschool. I don’t remember who else was there, but I suddenly recall eating so much pie that I threw up. I write up everything I can about it and link it in my database. They come like that sometimes, bits of recollection. If I can gather up enough of them, maybe I can piece together something like a real memory of my childhood.

Thanksgiving weekend here has been less than festive for me. Even if the turkey dinner in the cafeteria hadn’t been a sad parody of a real Thanksgiving, the day would have been ruined anyway since Evan wasn’t there to eat it with me. He got his upgrade surgery that morning, and I haven’t seen him since. Then Louise went in yesterday, and Andrea had hers today. My ploy to delay Jeff’s procedure seems to have worked, since the appointment for his upgrade is gone from Father’s calendar. Something to be grateful for there. But it’s been lonely without my favorite siblings around.

Oh well, more time for practicing with the bots. And working on my index. And digging through the mountains of code in my head. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the ꜰindNʘvel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

I’ve been splitting my spare time this week between continuing my deep dive into the implant code and stoking Jeff’s paranoia. The stories that I’ve told him keep getting better with every whispered encounter. At this point I’m not sure how much more I can accuse Father of doing without pushing too far and toppling the whole story. All of our illustrious progenitor’s legendary exploits were public relations stunts to pacify the public about his secret deadly nanotech plans. All the SynTech facilities in the world are going to spring to life on his signal, pouring out bots to consume the universe. The only reason he had so many children was to make sure that he had enough test subjects.

That last one hit a little close to home for me as I spun it out for Jeff.

At least my work on the index is paying off. I don’t think anyone’s realized how severe my memory problems are getting. It isn’t even hard to keep up the facade of normality during class and meal times anymore. I spend the bare minimum effort that it takes to get my homework done, which isn’t much with how powerful the programmed part of my brain is getting. I don’t have to type up my work anymore since I adapted Jeff’s old keyboard typing routine to feed straight from my index. Now I can transfer anything from my electric brain to external computers at around a hundred words per minute.

And then there’s my looming need to find out how Father shut down Chad’s cloud. I’ve devoted every minute I could and probably a lot more that I should have been sleeping to sitting alone in my room with my eyes closed, crawling through the cloud control code. I’ve got my mental arms around the broad outlines of it now. If I had to, I could probably contribute to the codebase without messing it up too much. But figuring out Father’s secret override capabilities work is still beyond me. I assume the part that sends the shutdown signal is only available on Father’s side, but if I understand the cloud’s architecture at all, there must be something on our side that accepts it. It’s in there somewhere, I’m sure of it. I just can’t find it.

The clock in my head hits 18:00. Evan is supposed to be out of the Residence any time now. It’ll be good to see him again and end this vigil on the steps outside.

It’s another twenty minutes before I feel Evan’s shape coming out of the medical wing. He’s not in any rush, in fact he turns back to look at the infirmary doors three times before he reaches the foyer. Finally, I feel him turn toward the front doors of the Residence. I get up and turn around as the rush of warm air shoots around his massive frame.

“Aw, were you waiting for me?” he says as he sees me, his broad smile stretching across his face.

“I heard you’d be out tonight, thought I’d drop by.”

Evan grabs me in a huge hug as he steps into me, lifting me a couple of centimeters off the ground as he does it. I’ve missed this guy so much.

“How are you feeling?” I ask as he sets me down.

“Good, brother. The new implant is nice, and this recovery was way better than when I got the old stuff installed. I didn’t even get any new scars. He hauled the old stuff out one microscopic piece at a time using the bots.”

“Nice. No complications then.”

“No,” Evan says, but then he hesitates and gets a look in his eyes that I haven’t seen there before. Something I feel like I’ve seen in real life but can’t remember anywhere outside of Hillside High’s weekly episodes. “Well, maybe one little complication.”

“Oh, really? And did you want to share something about this complication?”

“I met somebody,” he gushes. “Her name is Valerie, and she is so, so hot. I’m in love, man. We spent all day talking every day I was in there. I really think she’s into me. She’s only like five years older than I am. We’ll probably be dating soon.”

“Butler kids mixing with the staff? Isn’t that the sure way to get her fired?”

“Don’t worry about it. Everything was entirely above board. You remember Mariana?” I give him a blank look, I can’t tell if I don’t remember her or if I never met her. The name doesn’t ring a bell at all. “The Brazilian girl that used to work in the barber shop with Allison? Used to dye her hair a different color every month?” I shake my head. “Hmm, she must have gotten pregnant and left just before you got here. You’d remember her. Anyway, she’s back to deliver the baby and Valerie was waiting for her to give birth. She’s a nurse or a midwife or something. The labor was taking forever and she had time to kill. So we were just talking. Totally innocent.”

“Yeah, I can tell how innocent you think it was,” I laugh. “You know she’s probably on Father’s hit list, right?”

His smile disappears and his sturdy frame seems to deflate a few centimeters. “Not cool, brother. Not cool.”

I should have let him dream for a while before raining on his parade. “Sorry.”

“It’s probably true though,” he sighs after a moment. “Damn dirty old man.”

“Yeah. Sorry,” I say again. “But there’s hope. We’re getting close. I’ll check Father’s calendar. He might not get around to her if he doesn’t have her scheduled yet. Her name was Valerie? Got a last name?”

“Valerie Gil,” he says. “One L on that, not like fish gills. It’s Spanish.”

“Is she from somewhere Spanish-speaking?”

“Does California count?”

“Sure.”

“Then yes. But she only speaks English and Vietnamese.”

“Vietnamese?” I ask.

“Her Grandma taught her. She used to spend a lot of time with Ba when she was a kid, what with both her parents working all the time and all.”

“Ba being her Grandma?”

“Yeah. On her mom’s side. Keep up, brother.”

“Of course. Yeah. My bad for failing with my psychic powers that were supposed to keep me current on everything you talked about when you were holed up in recovery.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make up for your weak telepathy by telling you every detail. But first, food. Cafeteria still open?”

“Yeah. It’s even steak night. Your favorite.”

“Let’s move then. Those ribeyes go fast, and I don’t want to get stuck with a sirloin.”

He slaps me on the shoulder as we head to dinner. It’s good to have Evan back.

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