"Speci-Men" - Part Three
Part
Three
Two
weeks passed in the Man World.
Miya
was allowed to spend much of it in the living quarters of Richard and his son.
Located on the twentieth floor of the Sands Corp building, it was a suitable
penthouse with a beautiful view of New York City, but it was also rather bland
with its lack of décor. There were no paintings on the walls and everything was
blue, from the kitchen sink to the flatscreen TV. There were only eight
distinct rooms: the foyer, kitchen, two bedrooms, a study room, a den, and a
laboratory with the only bathroom in the whole place – which was where Richard
was at the moment. Miya spent most of her time in the study.
There,
she shut off the security cameras, so that Sands or whoever kept up with
surveillance wouldn’t see her hacking the Sands Corp database to research the
reproduction machine. She had a little help from Geoff, whose login was
required for the personal computer, supplied by Sands Corp’s educational unit
for home studies. It also required Geoff to be the sole operator, as the
keyboard and mouse were DNA-sensitive; this left Miya to hover over him and
direct him through the intricate hack.
She
was impressed by how much hacking Geoff already knew to do, barely needing to
say anything at all. “You are such a smart lil’ dude,” she complimented him.
“Where did you learn all this?”
“From
my game,” Geoff handed her the box for an Xbox game sitting on his desk.
Miya
looked over the box cover, which featured a boy wearing a blue cap, t-shirt,
shorts, and sneakers. He was jumping across a digital computer grid, grinning.
“Mack the Hack,” she read aloud the game’s title, along with its rating,
“E for Everyone?” She snickered. “I guess hacking’s for all ages in this
world.”
Bypassing
the database went as smoothly as she hoped, until a red ‘Restricted’ message
flashed onscreen. Geoff got a bit worried when he saw it. “Did I do something
wrong?” he quivered.
“No,
sweetheart, you’re doing just fine,” Miya scowled at the screen. “It’s a dang
firewall that’s the problem. But we’re not gonna let that stop us.” She
leaned further over Geoff’s shoulders, guiding his fingers along specific keys
for him to circumvent the firewall that prevented them from accessing the
classified info.
She and Geoff had
successfully broken through the final firewall, granting her access to all the
hidden files on the reproduction machine – its design, origins, etc. While most
of the files were redacted, they pretty much confirmed what Miya had suspected
all along.
“That
machine is Promethean tech!” She snapped her fingers with glee.
“What’s
a ‘Promethean’?” Geoff asked. “Are they aliens like you?”
Miya
nodded. “They are, only they look more like goblins with
pointy ears and grey skin. They claim to be the creators of the multiverse,
having lived in it for so long. I’d bet they even created your world,
Geoff…given its twisted version of Earth history.” Struck with determination,
she declared, “I can’t be here any more than I already have. The Prometheans
prey on time-sensitive beings like myself and especially my TARDIS!”
“Your
spaceship?” Geoff beamed with excitement. The stories that Miya told him, about
her exploits across the Infinite DC, were better than any video game he played
or movie that he watched.
Seeing
him so excited made Miya smile. “Yes, sweetie. And I need to get back to it. It
should still be there in the museum where I left it. That means I’m gonna need
your daddy’s help to get back to it.” She immediately rushed into the lab and
knocked on the bathroom door. “Rich? You all good in there, man?”
She
could hear him clear his throat before he replied, “Yes, I’ll be out in a
moment.”
Suddenly,
the doorbell rang.
Geoff
answered the door and a middle-aged Caucasian man in a blue suit brisked his
way into the Chambers residence. He carried a blue duffel bag in with him. “Is
your father at home, boy?” he assertively asked Geoff, barely looking his way.
“I have a problem that he needs to fix.”
Miya
heard his loud, haughty voice all the way from the lab.
Looking
in, she saw the man enter the foyer. At first glance, he looked much like a
lawyer with perfectly combed brown hair and a chiseled jawline. He was certainly
the yuppie type – a dead ringer for Patrick Bateman. He cared a great deal
about his physical appearance, checking himself in the nearest available
mirror. As he checked, he caught Miya reflecting over his shoulder.
Sharply,
he turned to her and cried, “What is that?!”
“It’s
the alien, Mr. Stanson,” Geoff told him.
Stanson
looked incredulously at him. “The one that the tabloids made such a fuss about,
weeks ago? I thought that was just all fabrication.” He returned his gaze on
Miya with intrigue. “Well, this is quite the surprise, I must say.” He slammed
his duffel bag down on the floor. Miya could’ve sworn she heard wailing coming
from inside it, but the noise was too muffled to be certain. She watched as
Stanson circled around her, examining her as if she were a model on display. “I’ve
never seen such a remarkable creature. Does it speak?”
“Yes,
she does,” Miya derided, disgusted by the abrasive man.
Stanson
frowned. “She? You must be alien to pick up such a lackluster variant of
our pronouns.”
Miya rolled
her eyes. “Oh, brother.”
“Ah,
now there’s a word I know,” Stanson said. “You can be taught after all.”
Miya
never wanted to slug a man in the face more than the one standing in front of
her. She only restrained herself because Geoff was in the room, and she was not
only a guest in the Chambers’ residence but also on their planet. Not to
mention, eliciting violence towards one of the ‘Earthmen’ would be sure to stir
up trouble that she couldn’t afford to attract – not after what she learned
about this realm.
“Much
as I’d love to dissect our visitor here, I need to see your father, Geoffrey,”
Stanson reattended, picking his duffel bag back off the floor.
Again,
Miya heard that muffled wailing. “What do you have in there anyway?”
“Not
any business of yours, alien,” Stanson refuted. The wailing in his bag
got louder, prompting him to punch at whatever was inside. “SHUT UP!” he
shouted to it.
It
was then that Miya saw the bag squirming.
He’s
got a living being in there!
Without
warning or permission, she snatched the bag out from Stanson’s grasp, much to
the yuppie’s vexation. “HEY!” he howled. “What do you think you’re doing?!”
Ignoring
him, Miya brought the bag into the kitchen and gently set it on the table.
The
wailing she had been hearing was clearer and even louder once she unzipped the
bag. “Oh, my…” she shuddered at the crying infant that she found inside. He was
no more than a month old. There were inflamed contusions all over his face,
hands, legs, and torso. He was coughing out blood that trickled down from the
corner of his mouth. The agony in his cries shattered Miya’s hearts and made
her blood boil in her veins. “This child’s been abused!” She shot Stanson the
fieriest of glares. “What’s wrong with you, man?!”
“He
won’t stop that incessant crying!” Stanson griped. “I can’t even sleep with him
going on and on like that! So, I simply do this to shut him up!” He raised his
fist to strike the baby again…
…only
for Miya to intervene, grabbing Stanson’s arm before it reached the child.
Stanson
was in disbelief and revolted rage. “HOW DARE YOU TOUCH ME!!”
Miya
couldn’t hold back any longer. Seeing that battered, bloodied child was too
much. Fueled by vengeful aggression, she gripped Stanson by the collar with her
other hand and threw him to the floor. “Get outta here now, before I do
something I just might regret!”
Shocked
and offended, Stanson struggled to stand back up. His daunted blue eyes were
fixed on Miya, stumbling towards the exit as he declared, “You’ll regret this, creature!
The President will hear about this! He’ll make sure Sands and his lab coats cut
you into pieces!”
“Tell
whoever you want!” Miya challenged him. “You’re never getting near this
baby again!”
It
took a minute after Stanson left for her to calm down.
The
continuous wails of his abused offspring helped her to focus on doing whatever
she could to nurse the infant back to health. Geoff watched her as she went to
the kitchen sink and wetted a hand towel. “Can I help?” he asked, feeling just
as sickened by the child’s agonized cries.
“Yes,
you can, honey,” Miya permitted as she cleaned the blood from the baby’s mouth.
“Go get your father out of that bathroom, will ya?”
Geoff
followed through with the command right away, running into the lab and knocking
frenetically on the door. “Daddy! Daddy, you got to come quick! Something’s
wrong with Mr. Stanson’s baby!”
“Mr.
Stanson?!” Richard bellowed from inside the bathroom. There was a quick flush
before he bolted out in a rush. “The Vice President was here?! In our
home?! Why didn’t you come and tell me sooner, son?!”
“The
baby’s in the kitchen,” Geoff pointed towards the room.
Richard
could hear the child’s wailing from there, until it stopped suddenly. He and
Geoff hurried to see what had happened, and all they found was Miya swaddling
the baby’s stilled body up in blue cloth. Relieved, Richard approached with a
smile. “You calmed him down, thank goodness,” he breathed. “At first, I
thought…”
He
stopped when he saw Miya’s shaky hands wrap up the baby’s face, which was as
blue as the cloth itself. The child had stopped breathing – for however long,
Richard wasn’t certain – but it was long enough to declared the infant dead.
Richard
could feel his face going numb in anxiety.
The
Vice President’s son was dead.
And
there Miya stood, overcome with so many emotions.
Grief,
anger, helplessness, disgust…too many for this regeneration to handle.
Is
this who I am now? This helpless little girl shedding tears over a dead baby
who did nothing to deserve such a gruesome fate, before he could even learn to
walk? All this empathy I feel…all this compassion. Is this what it means
to be a woman? To be human?
Oh,
Kristin…I thought I knew how you felt…but only now do I truly understand.
It’s
beautiful. But, in the case of this poor little soul, it’s unbearable.
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