*************************Pearl*******************************************************I woke up again. I was in a medical lab, that looked very familiar. It was where I was originally created. Or at least, realized I was alive. Two medical droids stared at me, with tiny unblinking green lights. They were medical remotes, designed for accuracy, and above all, secrecy. They didn’t seem very sympathetic to my plight. I was sitting in a comfy platform, in a sterile white room. A shiny white cover was open above me, and one droid was scanning me, and the other droid was operating a console near my pod. The cover began to close. A brief wave of panic washed over me. I opened my mouth to speak. Then it was closed. I was apprehending the worst. Pearl spoke again, or Vanessa, whoever she was.
“Begin operations. I have programmed you with your duties. Try to ‘fix’ her, please. If not possible, at least get the data. Scrap her on my orders only.”
I squirmed. Why can’t they at least make me unconscious? To prevent damage, right. I was in stasis, now. I could feel a soft brace going around my head. I was fairly frightened, but none of it was new. When I was created. Same thing. Soon, the memory extracting device began. It most ran by brain waves and pulses. It could, however, place questions and pictures in your head.
“Who have you met recently?” It asked. You couldn’t lie. However, loopholes are key.
I answered with a series of memories. Mostly of the two medical droids, and Pearl 1 herself.
“What do you know about time travel, or anything to do with the art of Tempus?”
And so on the ritual went. I think it was only the fact I had a higher ground of sentience (read, was completely sabotaged at creation) was the only way I could avoid the questions. A real clone would of given up the information at a moment’s notice. Finally, I heard Pearl 1 voice again,
“Go through her entire brain. I don’t care how much you destroy, as long as you get the information. We have recording of her entrance from the lab, so her compliance isn’t completely required. Of course, C.E.O. himself has all of the information. He just chooses not to share it with me.”
The pod opened. The two droids pulled of the brace. I was still stasised though. This was unnerving. I had no expectations of what would happen again. Suddenly, a bright light went off in my mind.
Subject: Pearl 99
19:00 hours Went through the base layer, did not destroy basic habits such as communication, moving, etc. NOTHING FOUND
19:02 hours Went through the mid layer. Found language evidence, extracted several sentences. That is all we could find that she had memories for. Decided to remove all non-crucial memories.
19:30 Complete, found words Kazak Ultimal and Violet. Nothing else can be found without destroying her, and rendering her useless. A change has been made, we have extracted their appearance as she tried to overwhelm the test with extreme amount of ….emotion, as found out by the brain pulses. Extreme amounts that is a result of the change made by a outsider. Last attempt wiped as much as we can from her memory, and is now running the Intertime scan.
20:08 Have significantly reduced emotions. Events will not trigger them, and logical conclusion will inadvertently be more desirable to her. She will denote them as foolish. The InterTime scan is complete. Subject now available.
““Pearlesence 1 to Bio 25 and 26. I have read the data on InterTime’s tampered clone 99 (of the Pearl devison). She had been altered, but not fixed. You have buried her memories and all other cause of individual differences and sentience under a layer of InterTime’s original, controlled programming, but it has not been fixed. Her mind is too inflexible to reveal all of her secrets, and we can’t seem to get much, if any, of her information. The only thing I am pleased about is that you have lowered her emotional triggers and made her less resistant to InterTime ways. But that is not enough. I regret she will have to be disintegrated. Don’t worry, if in any way you are interrupted, it will still happen autonomously. Good day.” Pearl 1 called out.
The two droids pressed a button on the console. A boy with a ragged blue t-shirt and fiery red hair came out of nowhere and destroyed the remotes, all making a tremendous amount of noise. “Friend or Foe?” I asked, weakly. Then, the gasses filled my pod. I knew nothing more.