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Next Things Next
Yet Another Tale of Revenge
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The two men wrestled on the floor of the posh office. The younger man
easily help the upper hand. "Martin, have you completely stopped going
to the gym?"
"What the hell are," Martin Manson grunted and flexed his body, trying
to gain advantage over his unknown assailant, "you talking about? Who
are you?" His push failed and actually lost him some control. Martin
was now face-down against the carpet in his office.
"Some things change while some things never will." The younger man's
wistful tones turned darker. "Next things next."
Martin had heard that phrase before but couldn't recall where. His
mental-rewind was interrupted by the sensation of a needle being forced
into the flesh of his left buttock. It didn't hurt or sting, but it was
an unmistakable feeling. He stopped struggling to prevent breaking the
needle. "Hey! What the?!"
The needle was removed and the younger man jumped to his feet, putting
some distance between himself and Martin. "That's done. Now we can
chat like civilized people for a bit."
Martin dragged himself to his feet and leaned against one of the
bookcases lining the walls of his office. "Civilized? Now you want to
be civilized? How the hell did you get in? What the hell the was in
that syringe?! What the hell do you want?! Answer me!"
"You say 'hell' far too much. You should learn what hell is before you
go tossing such words about. Oh... but you will." The younger man was
in his early 'thirties' age-wise, and bore a striking resemblance to
Martin. "I had this all planned so well... except this part." He
lowered himself into one of the comfortable chairs by the floor-to-
ceiling window. Where to begin..."
Martin looked at his desk, noting his phone and computer bother showed
black screens: their power had been cut. He considered making a run for
the door. The younger man was in much better shape and would just
tackle him and with him again. Maybe the attacker had a weapon. Martin
could only wait for an opportunity to present itself.
"Oh Martin. Let's see... A few years back, you were having an affair
with one if your younger researchers. Your wife never found out, but
everyone in Bio Concepts knew or suspected. Do you remember her name?"
The memories of the mousy (and busty) girl fresh from college made
Martin smile in spite of his predicament. "Maggie... or 'Margaret', if
you prefer." Martin reflected how he just admitted to adultery in front
of active security cameras. Security. Why hadn't they arrived yet?
"Very good. Either you had a lucky guess or she was the only one."
Martin nodded at the latter. "That's sweet of you, she'd say. How long
did things last? Two years?"
"Just under five years, actually."
"I see. What happened to your relationship? Blackmail?"
Martin leaned against his desk, feeling more empowered. "No. Nothing
of the sort. One day... she just stopped coming in to work. She didn't
respond to email or phone calls... disappeared without a trace."
"No private investigation? No search for her body?" The accuser's tone
was light... he was toying with the elder.
Martin sighed. He didn't know the person and wasn't sure what was known
or just being guessed at. Better to be honest. "We had an argument. It
was bad. Sometimes she'd take a week or two to herself, to cool off, so
I figured it was another of those cases."
"How long until you noticed she was missing?"
Martin felt defensive. "I noticed right away! I felt it best to give
her space. It threw me into depression every time she'd refuse my
calls. As days became weeks all I could focus on was my research. I
stopped attending meetings. I stopped everything that wasn't research.
My wife nearly divorced me. It was a dark time. The only benefit was
making ten years worth of progress across the span of two years."
"Your fight with Margaret? What was it about?"
This was dragging too long. Where was security? "It was a private
matter. It's not important."
The younger man rose to his feet. "And this is where our records
diverge. Your report said 'John Halverson, a senior researcher, made
inappropriate and unwarranted advances toward a junior researcher'.
Later that year, Halverson would be fired for 'failure to follow
addiction-recovery plans'. Do you recall any of this?"
It sounded accurate. "That sounds right. I haven't had any reason to
read those reports in a long time."
"Let me refresh your memory with some things your reports neglected.
Margaret came to you and told you your old university buddy was high on
something and tried to rape her. You said there must've been a
misunderstanding. She tried to explain how it's hard when the words
were so clear: 'I've been in love with you for years, Margaret. If you
don't let me love you I'll have you fired and arrested for industrial
espionage.'"
John would never say that kind of thing! "He'd never say something like
that. I had known John since..."
"But he was high. He was abusing drugs at work, and..." The younger
man composed himself. "Sorry. Back to it. So Margaret refused him and
he forced himself on her. She used self-defense training and escaped to
you and you shut her down. She departed your office and prepared to go
home for the day. You checked security footage and saw she was right,
so you made your aforementioned report. So far, so good?"
Martin was feeling warm, like the ventilation had stopped working.
"Yes. Please get to your point."
"Your report was not a penalty or even corrective action. It was a
soft warning. John Halverson felt like he was untouchable and you'd
stick up for him no matter what. In the following months, he started
failing drug tests and was ordered into treatment... which he skipped.
He figured you'd save him. That's when he was fired."
Martin wiped sweat from his brow. "...and... your point?"
"While you were writing your report and reviewing security footage, John
caught Maggie in a surveillance-free lab. He knew she'd been involved
with you and just came from your office. He thought the game was up and
his life was over. He had nothing to lose. He was also pretty coked-
up. He injected her with a set of test samples, fully expecting her to
die. She didn't. He kept her locked in that lab until he was fired."
"What?!" Martin was overwhelmed. "But he was working on... our
project. How did I not know?"
"John lied. A lot. You were too busy with your own research so you
never even bothered to go to his lab. When he was fired, the recovery
team snuck her out, got her a job under a false identity, and paid her
to keep quiet... about everything."
"...until she told you."
The other man shook his head. "Wrong. I've never spoken about any of
this, until now... with you."
Martin's eyes were starting to have trouble focusing. "Wait. Wha--
Maggie? You're Maggie?"
"You may be the foremost researcher in nanite technology, Martin Manson.
But sometimes you miss the obvious."
Martin was nearly in tears. "Maggie... I've missed you so much!"
"You let me down, Martin. When I needed you most, you let me down."
"Our technology is nearly approved for human testing. We can change you
back!"
"No. I won't go back. Margaret Hamburg was tortured for six months by
a madman. I cannot ever be that again. Ever." His tone turned dark
for the last word. "And, as you can see, it works on humans. Besides,
I've spent the last year and a half preparing for this meeting with
you."
"Maggie... I'm so sorry... I..."
"Shut it! The recovery team, in cleaning up John's various messes, gave
me a new name and gave me Margaret's old job. I've been Martin
Manchester and working for you since I was freed from the lab. You've
signed my promotion forms several times. Heck, we even shook hands a
couple times. 'Manny' is pretty popular with the ladies, and a lot of
people think I'm your long-lost love-child. Did you not notice the
similarities in our appearance?"
"Yes, but..."
"After using me for months... and changing my body dozens of times, John
thought he'd broken my spirit. He was going to remove you and replace
you with me, looking like you. 'You' were then supposed to hand the
company over to him and retire. He'd unveil the working nanite system
to the world and become wealthy. Then we'd all live happily ever after."
"...but you're so young."
"He'd managed to make me into 'you' but twenty years younger. John
thought it might have to do with my actual age. He was working on the
age-forward process when he was terminated. I finished the age-control
routines, last week. And soon, you will get a hint of my life while I
taste yours."
"You're turning me into you?"
"Yes. Well, Margaret, I mean. It's actually quite a painful process,
but the nanites have been coded to stop the sensations of pain while
they work. It took John months to code that..."
Martin had written that code at John's request, but didn't get to
mention it as a wave of exhaustion forced a wide yawn from him.
"And now, Martin, you will sleep. When you awaken, the worst will be
over. You're lucky I still care, you old bastard."
Martin's eyes forced themselves closed. The last thing he heard Manny
saying "And, next things next."
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