Year Zero My VIolent Heart Part 2
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Year Zero: My Violent Heart
"Did you get it?" Brian asked his friend Peter.
"I got it. No problem."
"Great I have wanted to try this thing out. This is going to be so
funny."
"If you pick the right target it'll be."
"What did you get exactly?"
"I got it from a woman at the salon I work at. Everything she thinks
about her appearance."
"No one knows?"
"Of course not. I put the collector into the hair dryer. No one
suspects a thing,"
"Great."
Peter and Brian were boys in their upper teens looking for a thrill.
They selected the first man with a beard, pointed their boot legged
device at him and fired. The victim froze for a second and then
continued as if nothing had happened.
The boys followed the man for a while. Nothing seemed different. He
seemed the same as before. He wasn't walking differently or anything.
There wasn't any hint that his personality had changed in any way.
"What a gip. I thought something would happen. Are you sure this even
works?"
"It worked on us, I don't know why it wouldn't work on someone else."
"Maybe he has protection. I don't know. I don't see any protection.
Let's try it on someone else," Brian suggested.
But it did work. Later that night, the victim John Oakley shaved his
face clean for the first time in over a decade then he used his wife's
moisturizer on his face for the first time in his life.
When his wife caught him the next morning using her makeup to fix his
face (He had already expertly applied concealer and foundation and was
in the middle of putting on blush.) His wife made him stop. They had
to call a specialist to return his personality back to normal. Neither
one of them ever left the house without some form of 'protection'
again.
++++++++++++++++++++++++++
"Can we help him?" Detective Deana Sathre asked.
"I don't think so. Maybe if the original pattern was stored somewhere.
Or at least some fragment like his personality or his memory. But that
all seems gone...totally gone," Dr. Debra Pantano replied.
Detective Sathre and Dr. Pantano looked through the one way partition
at the poor unfortunate. The room was an interrogation room. The
walls were a dirty blue, under the dim light they looked gray. Or were
the walls gray with a slight blue tint? It didn't matter. No real
furniture, a long table with a synthetic wooden top stood perpendicular
to the observation window. There were two chairs on opposite ends of
the table, hard straight back chairs. Chairs that would offer no
comfort to the people sitting in them. Chairs that said, we mean
business so you had better tell us what we want to know. The floor was
as gray as the walls. Over head was a single light that shown directly
down on the table. On the far wall was a clock. A digital clock
wouldn't have looked right in a place like this. A round clock a foot
in diameter with spartan hands over a white clock face with black
numbers and a black round face was seemingly built into the wall. Over
the clock face was a beveled glass covering made dull with thousands or
millions of microscopic cracks. It was a dreary room as it was meant
to be.
Sitting on the floor, instead of in a chair, was a man. This was the
person the detective and the doctor were talking about. He was a white
man, nicely dressed in a gray suit. The suit contrasts with the
walls. Even though the suit was also gray, it was still bright in it's
way. The slacks were made of a material such that even though the man
was sitting on the floor, the fabric didn't crease. The pants were
slightly lighter than the jacket. The jacket itself had three buttons,
although only the button in the middle was fastened. He wore an oxford
shirt in a blue tone. It was buttoned to the top. A dark blue tie
with white streaks was securely tied around his neck in a Windsor knot.
There was a blue handkerchief peeping out of a pocket on his lapel.
That was the brightest article of clothing he wore. His shoes were
black and polished and his socks were blue to match his suit. Despite
the formality of his outfit, he was completely comfortable in it, a
testament to the soft materials and extreme value of the suit.
Although not seen at this moment, the man wore a watch under his shirt
sleeve that was several times the worth of his expensive suit.
The man was sitting with one leg crossed one on the floor in an Indian
style and the other with his knee in the air and soul of his shoe flat
on the floor. He held a stuffed bunny in his hands. He was talking to
the plush animal in tender tones.
"Mr. Keith," the man said softly to the plush bunny. The man decided
upon a name for the bunny and that the bunny was lost. Continuing the
man told the bunny, "don't worry I'll make sure nothing happens to you.
If we can't find your Mommy, then I'll keep you forever and ever. I
promise you."
Back in the observation room.
"What happened?" Dr. Pantano inquired.
We don't know exactly. He simply walked up to one of the officers at
the airport and asked him, "Can you help me find my Mommy? The officer
told him, 'sure I can' and brought him here." Then a moment later
Detective Sathre continued, "They never should have created that
technology."
Detective Sathre didn't have to explain, everyone knew what she meant.
It all started innocently enough. It was an idea right out of The
Matrix. A device was created to put knowledge directly into a person's
brain. Want to know how to Karate? No problem the knowledge of an
expert could be fed right into your head and you would know it as well
as he did. It wasn't perfect, you could learn to fight, but the didn't
mean your body was flexible enough to perform the kicks.
Soon there was lots of skills one could learn instantly from baking to
flying helicopters. That is how it started. The better the expert
information the higher the price. But soon people realized that
information wasn't the only thing that could be transferred,
experiences were just as good. A person didn't need to know Karate to
remember being in and winning a tournament.
As the technology became cheaper, the general population used the
device to transfer experiences and other information from person to
person. An external shop or technician was no longer necessary.
The next leap was quite the opposite, people didn't want to gain
experiences, they wanted to forget some of the things that happened to
them. This was rarely used and only by highly trained psychiatrists.
The authorities didn't know where it was heading. It would take time
for laws to catch up with technology also.
When the first 'crime victims' found they couldn't remember anything
that had happened to them, suspicions grew. Did they really not
remember or were they being frightened into not saying anything.
But when the first ordinary people started being found with strange
experiences in their head and that experience was the same for several
people it was too late.
First it was several women who said they were exotic dancers at "Club
Cherry Pop." They insisted they had been working in the industry for
years and at the club in particular for months.
Their minds were cleared of these memories and sent home. But it kept
happening, not just to women, but to men too.
Now it was an all too common occurrence. The general public doesn't
know how wide spread it is, nor do they know what could really happen.
As far as the public knows, an errant experience or knowledge can
simply be removed to make a life return to normal. Besides, a
protective device could be used to keep one's mind safe.
The public didn't know a complete 'mind swap' could be performed and
that type of transfer might be irreversible. Not that there wasn't
rumors to that effect going around.
"Do you know anything about him?" asked Dr. Pantano.
"No, he didn't have any identification. If his fingerprints are in the
system, we'll know his name soon.
"It probably won't make a difference. We'll have to talk to him to see
how much of himself is left. But I don't suspect much. Some demented
fool probably removed his entire personality and gave him this one.
It's a sick time we are living in."
"Yes, it's awfully sick out there."
The doctor entered the room. It was time to ask a few questions. To
see if this man could be saved.
There was one thing that Dr. Pantano did know, was that there was only
two ways for this to end. Either they could find his personality and
return it to him or he would be left with the personality he had now.
He couldn't give him a new adult male personality (or any other) that
would go with his body. His mind was in flux, to try and put a new
personality in was impossible, his brain wouldn't handle it and he
would end up a vegetable. The only hope was to find his original
personality and put it back where it belonged.
"Hello honey, I'm Dr. Pantano" the doctor said in a sweet tone she used
for little children. "Can you sit up here so we can talk?"
"Did you find my Mommy?" the man said.
"You have to help us find her. I want to ask you some questions.
It'll help me if you can sit with me."
"OK," the man said. He instinctively trusted the doctor. He trusted
all adults actually. He then pushed himself off the floor and got into
the vacant chair. He kept hugging Mr. Keith in his arms. He never let
go even after sitting down. Before getting into the chair, the man
reassured Mr. Keith, "This nice lady is going to help us."
"That's much better honey. What's you name?"
"I'm Desiree and this is Mr. Keith."
"That's a pretty name," the doctor encouraged. Desiree smiled. "Do
you know your last name?"
"Ut uh," Desiree said with a shake of his head.
"Really, you don't know your last name?"
"No."
"What's your mommy's name?"
"It's Mommy, of course," Desiree said with a smile and a giggle.
"How old are you Desiree?"
"I'm four, but I'm going to be five real soon. That's what Mommy
said."
"Wow you are going to be five. You are getting very big."
"I know. Mommy says I'll be going to kindergarten soon. That's how I
know I'm going to be five. Only five year olds go to kindergarten.
Don't you know that?"
"Really? How soon."
"I don't know. But I can wait."
"Why's that?"
"I don't know if I'll like kindergarten. They will be boys there."
"Don't you like boys?"
"No I hate boys, they are mean and they like to do stupid stuff. They
don't play nice."
"Are all boys like that? Isn't Mr. Keith a boy?"
"Yeah, I guess so. Mr. Keith is different."
"What about Daddy. Is you daddy like that?"
"Well Daddy is nice, but not boys."
"Would you like to be like Daddy when you grow up?"
"Sometimes daddies don't let you do what you want to do. I want to be
like Mommy. Mommy is so pretty. I want to be like her."
"Why?"
"Mommies are nicer. They wear pretty things."
"Your Mommy wears pretty things?"
"Yeah."
"Do you like to wear pretty things?"
"I do."
"I like your suit. Does you daddy wear a suit like that?"
Desiree looked down at what he was wearing. It was as if it was the
first time he noticed.
"I don't know if I like this. I would prefer something nicer. Maybe
something in yellow or a light green. I like those colors the best.
Don't you like yellow and green?" Desiree started to look a lit
distressed. He hugged Mr. Keith tighter for reassurance.
Dr. Pantano decided to move on. "Do you know where you live?"
"Yes, I live at the yellow house at the top of the hill. Not the one
on the very top, but one below that."
"Do you know what's it's address?"
"Address? I'm not wearing a dress."
"Do you know what street that is?"
"Mommy told me. But I forgot. I'll ask Mommy when I see her."
Dr. Pantano asked question after question, there wasn't any hint of a
personality that would go with an adult male. His personality and
knowledge was absolutely appropriate to that of a young girl. If this
had been an actual young girl, Dr. Pantano would say she was well
adjusted, which was strange in these troubling times. He was happy,
friendly, sweet, funny in a girlish way, totally adorable even in his
facial expressions and mannerisms. But physically he wasn't a little
girl, he was a grown man in his thirties.
"Whoever did this to him was sick," Dr. Pantano thought.
The results from the fingerprint analysis was returned. Detective
Sathre entered the room to give the doctor the information. He was
escorted by one of the police social workers who would occupy Desiree
while the two talked.
The social worker was young, only 22 and enjoyed her work. She said,
"Hi, I'm Emma, would you like to play?"
"Do you know how to play Pretty Pretty Princess?"
"What's Pretty Pretty Princess?"
"It's a game. It has a board and pieces and you have to know how to
count to play. I know how to count. Wanna see?"
"I would like that."
"1..2..3..4..5...6..."
"We have lots of games in the other room. Maybe Pretty Pretty Princess
is one of them. There are also lots of toys and stuffed animals. Want
to come with me?"
"Let's go."
They left the room leaving Detective Sathre and Dr. Pantano alone.
"We know who he is. His name is Keith Martin. He is a defense lawyer.
He's very good and very expensive," Detective Sathre said.
Continuing, "We think one of his clients...or should I say former
clients must have done this to him.. They are all very powerful men.
They'd have to be to afford him. Maybe they didn't think he would live
up to his attorney/client privilege and say something. The way he is
now, he certainly can't say anything to anyone."
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
Hours before.
Keith Martin had heard about the tragedy. One of his clients who he
had gotten off had done it again. He badly hurt a little girl.
Desiree Loura was in the hospital in a coma. She wasn't going to make
it, everyone knew that. She had already received her last rites.
Although what sins a little girl like that could have done was anyone's
guess. Was stealing a cookie without telling your Mommy a sin? He
didn't know.
The difference between this little girl and all the rest of the victims
was that Keith knew her. She was the sweetest little girl. She didn't
deserve that. She deserved to live. She was a ray of light in a dark
world.
Desiree's mother Vivian got into trouble that wasn't her fault. Vivian
didn't have much money, but Keith's law firm had a policy for doing pro
bono work. It wasn't done for any real altruistic reasons, it was done
for problicity reasons. The money spent on free services was dwarfed
by the money spent on the promotion stressing those services.
The firm needed to talk to Vivian privately and due to a string of
coincidences, Keith was left alone in a room with Desiree.
Desiree didn't know what was going on and certainly didn't know Keith
but she took to him right away. Her smile was infectious and her heart
was pure. Keith let down his own guard.
"Do you want to play with me?" Desiree asked.
Keith couldn't resist. They started to play together. Desiree was so
innocent, so kind, so happy to be just playing.
Keith lost himself in the play. He remembered when he was just as
young as Desiree, there was another girl who wanted to play. It was
1992 and Keith was four years old. He was still a sensitive child back
then. They didn't have to look the same, but Keith even at such a
young age could tell the sweetness in the little girl. There was a joy
of life back then that the little girl had. The girl was a little
older than he was, she was five or maybe five and a half.
Much like in this circumstance, Keith was left alone with this little
girl.
"Hi," the little girl said brightly.
"Hi," Keith replied with a little hesitation.
"Come and play with me," asked innocently.
Keith got down on the floor and played dolls with the little girl.
"Your dress is a pretty as your dolls." The girl wasn't really wearing
a dress. It was more of a top with a flared bottom like a skirt that
was designed to be worn over pants or leggings.
"I think your shirt is nice too."
"Your dress is prettier."
"Would you like to try it on?"
"Sure," Keith said tentatively. The little girl took her shirt off and
handed it to him. She was willing to share her clothes as easily as
she was willing to share her toys. Keith put on the girl's top and the
girl got another top from her drawer. This was her room, she made many
tops here.
They played with her dolls for a little while longer. The girl made
sure that Keith had the best dolls in her collection. Keith realized
the girl's generosity. He imagined that if this was his room, he would
be just as generous. Which at the moment would have been true.
After a while the girl asked him, "Do you want to play Pretty Pretty
Princess?"
Keith agreed and he had a lot of fun. But that stopped when Keith's
father entered the room. Seeing his boy in an obviously girlie top and
playing a game such as Pretty Pretty Princess, Keith's father decided
he should put a stop to this right there. Keith wasn't a baby anymore,
he was almost five years old.
"Boys don't play like that!" Keith's father admonished.
It was from that point on that Keith realized there were things that
girls do and things that boys do and they are different.
Keith's father was a high powered lawyer (as Keith is now) and from
that time on, Keith suppressed any quality within himself that wasn't a
hundred percent masculine.
Playing with Desiree, opened a small crack into his macho exterior.
Since then, Keith's image of himself was crumbling. The person who was
more like that of girl he played with almost three decades ago (a girl
who Keith didn't even remember her name) was coming through. He wanted
to be that sweet person again. The one who could find pleasure and joy
in playing with dolls.
The person who would never stand for what he was doing. He didn't care
if the people he represented were guilty or not. All he cared for was
if they could pay. He didn't make the world better, he made it worse.
He got criminals who should be in jail out.
If anyone deserved to die it wasn't this little girl who hadn't hurt
anyone, it was himself.
On his desk, Keith saw a picture of himself. It was taken just after
he graduated law school. Keith sighed. He had come a long way from
that brilliant young lawyer who left law school on his way to the
public defenders office.
"You and I may look the same," Keith thought. "But we are very far
apart."
"I can't do it. I can't represent you. You'll have to find someone
else," Keith told his client who was still talking on the phone. Then
he slammed down the phone on his client. It was satisfying that he was
using the phone on his desk instead of his cell.
"There is violence in my heart!" Keith realized. He had to rid himself
of it. The only way was the rid the world of himself..
Keith couldn't save the girl, not her body anyway. He couldn't give
her a body she deserved, that of a sweet little girl. That would be
killing a different girl. The only thing he could do was give her his
body. That was the only one that belonged to him. The only one that
he could give freely. It wasn't the best, but it was all he could do.
He would transfer himself into Desiree and she would transfer into him.
He didn't know if this would transfer the soul, but maybe this was
enough. The personality, the memory, the knowledge, the wants and
needs and desires. He would swap them all. He had the device that
would do it. He got it from one of his clients. It was top of the
line.
He had used it before on one of the lowest settings just for fun.
Then he used it in his business, it was easier to provide a defense if
you could remember firsthand the alleged crime.
Now he was familiar with the device thoroughly and knew all it could
do. Not that he had ever set it to be that extreme.
He was going to use it in it's extremest mode. It could do what he
wanted it to do perfectly. When it was done there wouldn't be a trace
of it's use. Well not a physical trace, he would be acting like
Desiree which would be obvious.
With the device, which was oddly called "Violent Heart", thoughts,
memories, personalities and other mental traits could be transferred
from one person to another.
There were two parts, one for each participant. It took a while to
warm up as it had to copy everything from both minds independently into
itself like charging a cell phone. When done, the device would
activate and instantaneously the swap was made.
It didn't have to be a complete swap. This was a state of the art
model in which not just complete swaps, but also small things like
experiences or knowledge could be exchanged. Another advantage of this
model was you didn't have to be together when the thing powered up.
You didn't even have to be together when the device was activated. You
could set it for any time and it would work no matter how far the
participants would be.
Keith originally planned to make it a complete swap, so that nothing
left of his old personality or memory would remain in his body. But at
the last minute Keith decided to leave one memory in his own body. It
was the last time he felt young and innocent. The time when he played
Pretty Pretty Princess with that girl 28 years ago. The last time he
was truly happy with himself and the universe in general. The time
when he still had his innocence. Up until the moment when his father
entered the room and changed his life forever.
Keith left his office. He wore his expensive imported suit. He didn't
have time to change. He didn't know how long Desiree would last.
Besides what does one wear in an occasion such as this. He rushed to
the hospital. Since he had no right or any good reason to see the
girl, remaining in professional attire probably would be best if there
was any problems there.
Desiree was lying in her hospital bed unconscious when Keith saw her.
She would never wake again. It broke Keith's heart. Keith had already
charged his end before getting to the hospital. It would take his part
longer to charge as his mind was more complicated and contained more
'thoughts'. It needed maximal time to make sure that all his thoughts
were removed when activated. Also he set it such that it couldn't be
reversed. Certainly not without knowing who he was swapped with.
Keith feigned fluffing Desiree's pillow to put the device under her
head. It would disintegrate after it's job was done, just like the one
attached to his head. It had already been programmed. It would swap
everything from Desiree's head to his, although he put a block on
Desiree's last name, her parent's names and other identifying
information. The longer that the authorities didn't know who was
involved the better. Once Desiree was gone it would be too late.
Keith kissed Desiree once on the forehead and left the room.
He had to get away, out of the city before the swap took place. The
farther the distance the less likely anything 'could be done' in time.
He couldn't get too far. Three hours was the limit. It would take a
little less that much time for the device to charge. Besides, Desiree
probably wouldn't last much longer than that.
Before entering the plane, Keith threw his wallet and all in
identification in separate trash cans. He did so in the food court a
place he was sure that would be emptied regularly. He entered the
plane only carrying his boarding pass. The boarding pass, the last
thing he owned that contained his own name was left on the plane.
Two hours and 58 minutes later, Keith was in an airport of another
city. Keith was grateful that the plan took off and landed on time.
He was hoping the swap didn't happen while he was still on the plane.
He looked for a police officer and headed towards him. He looked at
his expensive watch, it was almost time.
A moment later, looking around, Desiree didn't know where she was. But
she saw a man in uniform. Desiree walked up to the officer and asked,
"Can you help me find my Mommy?"
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