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Symphony - Part 4
By Rachel Saunders
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Damn it was hard; extremely hard. The sweat poured off my body as I
pounded the sand. The sound of my breath was ragged in my ears, and my
bionic muscles ached with all the lactic acid. I wished it was a dream
that I could wake up from, but the Air Force Hummer behind me was a
constant reminder that I had to keep running.
The heat from the early-morning sun was sapping my will, and the
undulation of the ground was testing my cybernetic reflexes to their
limit. The Colonel has ?suggested' that I do a test run around the 10
mile outer parameter of the base to test out my new body, and the first
five minutes I was seriously regretting getting tipsy with Christen the
night before.
As I neared the end of the run I felt something inside of me kick with an
extra burst of energy, and I accelerated faster than I had all run. It
was like my body had found an extra source of fuel. I crossed the
entrance road at an extreme sprint, and after about 200 metres came to a
gradual halt.
The sound of clapping came from behind me. "Very good - that only took
you 25 minutes. I think we'll have you doing that every morning."
I gave the Colonel a withering look.
"Lieutenant you need to regain your fitness, and after spending 9 weeks
on the inactive list I think it is time to show us what you are made of."
His grin was becoming unbearable, but I couldn't break into a small
smile.
"I'll give you this sir; I do feel a lot fitter. In fact I feel fitter
than when I was a crew chief."
We continued the banter as we walked back to the quarters. I saluted and
he left me at the entrance to my section. Instead of the traditional 2
mile run every morning I now had 10 gruelling miles to do before
breakfast every day.
* * *
It was only 09:30 when I finished dressing, so I headed over to the mess
hall for a late breakfast. There were a few airmen remaining when I
filled my plate full of as much as I could. One of the perks of my
position is that I didn't get charged a mess bill, so the food was as
plentiful as my appetite demanded.
After I had cleaned up I headed for my first meeting of the day with Noah
Hernandez the senior nano tech with the agency. Today was to be nano 101,
and he was going to show me just how much my body had changed with the
new technology in my system.
"Good morning Jenna, how are things going?"
I smiled. Memories of drinking three bottles of wine with Christy flooded
back. Since our first kiss we had spent a lot of time together talking
about life, exploring the local town, and generally getting to know each
other.
"Things are going well. This morning on my run I did notice something
odd. I seemed to get a new burst of energy near the end, which pushed me
a lot faster than I normally went."
Noah nodded. His olive skin reflected the computer screens as he ran a
probe over me.
"Ah - that will be the energy recycling that is built into your bionics.
They are able to recoup and recycle some of the energy you use as you
walk or run, which in turn enables you to release the stored energy when
you need it most."
He beckoned me to sit in a full length doctor's chair, and once I was in
position he place a headpiece over my hair.
"The capacitors probably got full and needed to release the stored
energy, which is why you had the burst near the end. I think I am going
to have to get Lydia to work with you on developing methods of releasing
the energy when you want."
He dimmed the lights to darkness, and placed a pair of UV goggles over
his eyes.
"Okay - I am now going to conduct some basic function tests on your
cybernetics. Your skin will glow slightly as they become hyperactive."
He moved various dials on his screen, and suddenly the world went silent.
Gradually my hearing returned, and then became super sensitive. Despite
the room being sound proof I picked up conversations outside. I waved my
hand as the very sound of him breathing became painful.
"Okay - now we know where your threshold is with your hearing I can set
it so you can control it through will power alone. Here, give it a try."
He turned off all sound and after three or four minutes of trying I was
gradually able bring sound back into my world. Noah got me to practice
for about ten minutes, and when he was satisfied he switched to my eyes.
"This is a neat trick the Brits taught us. An undergraduate at Manchester
managed to find a way to manipulate retinal patterns using
electromagnetism, and with the help of our small friends you now have the
ability to change eye colour at will. You also have the ability to change
the pattern of your retina with the aid of external help - which will
come in handy for your missions."
He then proceeded to show me with the help of a mirror, and again got me
to practice for ten minutes until I felt comfortable. I was spooked out
the first time he did it as the changes were so different to my normal
shade. He went to extremes with the colour. One second I was my usual
deep brown, the next I was a vivid purple.
"You know you are going to look damn sexy by the time you finish, not
that you don't already."
I blushed. I looked in the mirror. My short hair was already starting to
grow out, and it was quite sexy. Once it got longer I knew that it would
look a lot better. Absent mindedly I ran my hand over my sandy colour
hair.
"Another neat trick we have got for you is the ability to change your
hair colour. This one takes a little longer, but after about 5 minutes of
trying you will be able to change your hair to any shade within the blond
range. It takes the nannites about two to five minutes to enact the
change depending on the shade you want."
It took him 20 minutes to run through three different shades, and I
chuckled when he turned me into a platinum blond. I obliged by changing
my eyes to a deep blue.
"Very sexy - here have a look."
He flipped the computer screen back, and my smug smile said it all. I was
decidedly attractive, though the short hair did make me look butch. I
practice for a while getting the colour from one extreme to the other.
Eventually I returned my hair back to my normal colour.
"You have already been told about your voice, which I assume Lydia is
getting you to practice with."
I giggled. Our last in depth training session had been to get me to copy
as many women from the movies as I could. We were rolling on the floor by
the end of it.
"We added another vocal algorithm after your surgery, which if you give
me two minutes I will upload to your neural net."
While he pottered around my mind wondered back over the last week. It had
been quite eventful. Not only had my training stepped up a gear, but my
personal life was beginning to get interesting. Christy was becoming a
regular feature to my evenings, and we had a definite magnetism. She was
a very deep person, and her homely figure was tempting in the soft light
of her quarters. I had discovered one thing the cybernetics enabled me to
do was capture feelings, emotions, and memories to recall at will. Right
now I thinking of the lingering kiss she had given me as I had left last
night.
"As I was saying Jenna we have developed a new algorithm that should help
you mimic foreign languages."
I blinked as I came back down to earth. "Foreign languages?"
"Yes. You will still need to have training in how to understand the more
in-depth nuances of a native speaker, but you will be able to upload any
language in the database and speak it at will."
It sounded a bit too Star trek. "This sounds way too science fiction to
me."
He laughed. "Your neural net will also process other speakers of the
language and you will have an 85-95% understanding of what they are
saying. Yes it is very advanced, and to be honest you will be limited in
what you can say until we have fully developed the language you are
using. Of course when we download your neural net into our database it
will feed back it's progress."
I stared at him. "You do what?!?"
"Didn't they tell you? We download you neural net at night. When you
sleep your mind is ?backed up' to our central system."
Now this was getting plain scary. "You mean that you know everything I'm
thinking, feeling... dreaming?"
Noah paused and stroked his chin. "Not really. Your brainwaves are not
exactly readable by a human, but the computer translates then into usable
patterns with some seriously complex math. You mind also enters a
different state when you dream, in fact have you never noticed your
dreams?"
Bewildered I gave my affirmation. "They are like some sort of vivid
symphony, almost tangible in their reality."
"Hmmm... you are the first human to actually be able to give us feedback,
and that is an interesting way of putting it. In a way they are real for
you as it is your mind's way of coping with the download. If you need to
talk about them then please feel free."
I gave him a weak smile, and we continued with the experiments.
* * *
After we had adjourned the session for the day, I headed for lunch. I
wanted to find a very quiet corner and think. I felt utterly violated,
like nothing was secret or secure inside my head. They would be able to
discern my every thought, my every intimate feeling. This wasn't
something I has signed of for, and my stomach heaved at the thought of
some lab tech knowing what was going on inside my head.
Somewhere between the mess hall and my quarters I found a bench, and sank
down onto it was a thump. For all my feminine training I was still very
much a man when it came to some things. How dare they tap into my mind at
will? Was I trapped in their system for good?
"You look thoroughly miserable."
I looked up. Christen stood over me, her face full of concern. I motioned
for her to sit next to me, and after resting my head on her shoulder I
burst into tears.
"I feel so used. Even my mind is not my own."
She wrapped her arms around me, and gently held me close.
"I was actually coming to find you to see if you want lunch - I'm glad I
made the effort."
The American military frowned upon homosexual conduct in the extreme, but
for once my usual cautious nature regarding public displays of affection
evaporated. I reached over and planted a tender kiss on her lips.
"Thank you. I really need some TLC at the moment."
She looked into my eyes trying to read what was going on inside my head.
"Have they told you my role in the whole thing?" She asked gently.
I shook my head. I vaguely remembered that she had told me that she was
programming some of the databases.
Christen looked down at the compacted earth. "I feel really guilty. You
see I am the head of the neural database section - it was me who
developed the technology to interpret your neural net at MIT. They wanted
me on site to better understand what was going on inside your head."
I retched. Here was the person responsible for the invisible leash that
bound me to their system. Part of me was utterly appalled, yet the
overwhelming part of found comfort in the closeness I had with her. If
she had oversight of the data, then surely it wouldn't fall into the
wrong hands. That she would be able to see my most intimate thoughts was
not really a problem if they were going to be about her.... Hmmm.
"Promise me something..." I asked plaintively.
"Anything" Came her gentle response.
"Please make sure that none of the techies get access to my feelings and
intimate thoughts. There are a lot of them running around my head at the
moment, and I don't fancy being a grad student's wet dream."
She laughed, and planted a kiss on my forehead. "I will do my best - the
desk jockeys have a habit of breaking the security seals, so I will be
extra careful with you. I don't suppose I feature in these patterns of
yours?"
I gave her a wry grin, but before I could answer my phone went off. It
was reception sending a text advising that I was late for my afternoon
session.
"Damn, I'm late for the afternoon session with Lydia. By way of an answer
I'll tell you more about my brain patterns when I see you this evening."
I gave her the biggest grin, kissed her sweetly on the lips, and got up.
"Can you make it around 21:00 as I have a few things I need to finish up
in the lab?"
That was fine with me, and I agreed to bring over a cheesy film for us to
watch. After a quick kiss I made my way to the gym to get changed, and
face the wrath of my instructor. Whoever watched my symphony tonight
would see some interesting emotions indeed.
To be continued...
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