What Lies Behind: A New Adult Dark Science Fiction Romance Page 3

  “The way she’s acting differently, that’s not something going wrong?” Brandon asked from where he leaned against the wall.

  “Nope, her programming is running just as it’s supposed to.”

  “As it’s supposed to…” Brandon was staring at Cass, but he seemed to be looking at something much farther away than the office.

  “Is there a problem with that?” the doctor asked.

  Brandon shook himself out of his thoughts and looked up. “No, nothing wrong with that at all. I just wonder what this might mean for her home life.”

  “You anticipate more unexplainable bumps to the head?” the doctor pried.

  Brandon frowned.

  “Don’t worry. The activists haven’t made it where we need to start reporting every transgression against automatons. God, if I had to do that I’d be out of business.”

  Brandon’s frown deepened. “Is this visit covered?”

  “Yes, it’s covered in her plan. Have a good day.” Doctor Gerard huffed to his feet and left the room.

  “Clean bill of health?” Cass asked after several moments where Brandon had lost himself in thoughts once more.

  “It’s because you’re an automaton,” he said, coming to himself. He took her hand and helped her off the table and down the hall. It wasn’t until he was opening the door for her and helping her into her seat that he said something else. “What if you became an android?”

  “What?”

  Brandon was shutting the door and jogging around to his side of the car. He slid into the seat and fired up the engines.

  “Well, safety measures don’t extend to automatons yet,” he told her, lifting up out of the parking lot. “But they extend to androids. You can’t be harmed by a human without the law getting involved if you’re an android.”

  It was Cass’s turn to frown.

  “I don’t want to take you back to Natalia’s yet. She doesn’t have to know how long the visit took. Let’s take a trip.”

  Cass shrugged. Her eyebrows knitted together. “Okay, I guess.”

  The hover car didn’t merge with the regular city traffic this time, and instead took them out over the roofs of smaller apartment buildings and then houses. Soon even those buildings became further and further apart until there were wide sheets of grass between the houses, and then large fields between farms.

  “How does one become an android?” Cass asked. Her thoughts were on her memory and on what Brandon had asked her. So much so that she didn’t really notice they were flying.

  “I’m not really sure, but if you’re interested in that, I can do some research,” Brandon said.

  Cass shook her head. Natalia wouldn’t allow that. “No, not interested for myself, just not sure how it’s possible.”

  “I’m not really sure. I do know there are only a few androids. I assume if doctors like Gerard can take homemade robots and make them into automatons that meet legal regulations that you can take a robot and make them into an android.”

  Cass didn’t answer. She let her eyes wander over the fields and farms they were flying over. The air was clearer here, away from the city. Up ahead, through the bug splattered glass of the windshield, she could see a wall of white billowing up into the sky.

  “What’s that?” Cass asked.

  “Don’t you know?” Brandon smiled over at her. “Doesn’t your programming show you that?”

  “I’m a home unit,” Cass reminded him. “Enlighten me.”

  He chuckled. “That’s a cloud whitening facility,” he told her. “Back a couple decades ago, when global warming was becoming a big issue they started this kind of ecological engineering where they could change how bright or dark clouds were to help either cool the planet or warm it.”

  “Strange,” Cass said. She looked around at the green fields and the towering trees off to the left of the hover car. “So, what, things were deader?”

  Brandon shrugged. “More pollution I guess. I’m not really sure. I haven’t looked too much into it. I just know that this is one of the ways they’ve corrected the issue.”

  They were flying closer to the mass of white clouds drifting up from giant smoke stacks and into the sky. “We’re by the ocean,” Cass said.

  “Yea, that’s where they work on the clouds,” Brandon said, pointing with one hand over the ocean so she could see the clouds drifting on the wind out to sea. He pulled back on the steering wheel and they began to slow and drop to the ground.

  The car alighted in a green field. The wind blew the hay like ocean waves around the car. He turned the vehicle off and stepped out. Cass could hear the wind outside rushing over the tops of the tall grass in fits and starts as if a great inhalation and exhalation of breath. Cass didn’t wait for him to help her out this time. She opened her own door and followed him out into the warm afternoon.

  Brandon took a deep breath and let it out in a sigh. “Makes you wonder what the air was like before they started purifying it.”

  Cass looked at him. She couldn’t smell what he was smelling. She could tell the quality of the air thanks to her visual overlay but she had nothing to compare it too. Cass didn’t know what the air used to be like, so she took his word for it.

  “It’s so quiet here,” she commented, leaning against the hood of the hover car. “You’d expect there to be a lot of noise from those stacks, but it’s just silent.”

  “Very peaceful,” Brandon said.

  It was a sight that Cass could live in forever.

  “So what about this android thing?” Brandon asked, turning to her.

  Cass sighed. The thought made her nervous. She looked behind her as if someone might be there to hear them, be there to hear her talking about going against her owner.

  “I don’t see how it’s possible,” Cass said. “I’m someone’s property, and that someone isn’t likely to give me up.”

  “Right,” he said and sighed. “I want to show you something tomorrow. Natalia is working late tomorrow so we have time to sneak you out without her knowing it.”

  “What is it?” Cass asked, her curiosity piqued.

  “You’ll see tomorrow.” Brandon smiled and pushed away from the car. Cass turned to the passenger side door to get in. “Now, how about you take us home?” he asked.

  “Me?” Cass pointed to herself. “I don’t have a license, and I’ve never flown before.” Her hand was starting to shake again.

  “Yes, you, and I will be right there with you, showing you the ropes. Don’t worry about it, you can do this I’m sure. And how do you know you’ve never flown before? You don’t remember your life before coming to Natalia’s. There could be all kinds of things you’ve done that are secret to you.”

  Cass looked to the clouds billowing out of the smoke stacks. “Maybe. Someday they might start coming back.”

  “If Natalia keeps knocking you around they might,” Brandon said. There wasn’t any humor in his voice. “Come on, let’s get you home. Or rather, let’s have you fly us home.”

  Brandon rounded the end of the vehicle and steered Cass toward the driver side with his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Alright, I can’t make you sit in the seat, so you’ll have to do that on your own,” he told her.

  Her stomach in turmoil, so to speak, Cass slipped in behind the wheel. Brandon closed the door, sealing her inside.

  He adjusted himself in the passenger seat and closed the door. Cass thought she flinched at the noise, as if it were a tomb sealing her fate.

  “Alright, seatbelt,” he told her, buckling his own.

  “Afraid I’m going to get injured?” Cass shot a smile at him, despite the nervousness she felt.

  “No, I’m afraid that a cop might see that you don’t have your seatbelt on and pull us over, and then he will find out that you aren’t a human with a license, and I’m being an irresponsible adult. And then there is the robot graveyard for you, and I will have my home taken away and I will be put in prison where I will become the girlfriend of a very beefy man na
med Javier.”

  “All that, huh?” Cass looked at him sidelong. She buckled her belt.

  “Well, I’m not sure if my prison boyfriend will be Javier or Bruce. I think if I was going to be the man bitch for a prisoner I would like the name Bruce more.”

  Cass smiled. “I hope he treats you right.”

  “Oh yea, Bruce is a generous lover,” Brandon said.

  “Lucky you. Sounds like you might enjoy prison,” Cass said.

  Brandon smiled and shrugged. “If it takes a little man love to teach you to fly, I will take my lumps. Alright, start the car,” he told her, clapping his hands together.

  Cass knew she’d flown before because the moment he told her to start the car, she entered the correct button sequence on the steering wheel. The hover car rumbled to life.

  “Look at that,” he said. “I bet you were a captain in your past robotic life. Let’s see what else you remember. Take us home, Cass.”

  Cass pushed down on the steering wheel as she’d seen Brandon do, but the way she pushed down on it, how she eased into the launch sequence was too familiar. The car shivered a couple times, but the engines engaged. The grass rippled away from their hover ports and the car listed up into the air.

  “Not as gentle as the fake clouds, but pretty good,” Brandon told her.

  Cass saw the green dotted path on her visual overlay that pointed the direction home. She flipped the lever up beside the steering column, and the hover car pushed forward.

  “Wow, I don’t have to teach you anything,” Brandon said. “Maybe I will take a nap.”

  “I’d rather you tell me what this surprise is tomorrow,” she said.

  “I’m going to take you to meet Bruce,” Brandon told her.

  “Oh, perfect, I’d love to meet him. Is he as beefy as you enjoy your prisoners?”

  “Nah, Bruce is thinner, not so muscular. Javier can’t figure out why I prefer Bruce over him. He calls Bruce a wannabe man,” Brandon shrugged.

  “Poor Bruce,” Cass said. “I hope you make it up to him.”

  “Yea, I make him feel like a man,” Brandon said.

  “So either you’re really nice, or you aren’t very masculine,” Cass joked.

  Brandon laughed. “Is it that obvious?” he asked.

  “You seem like the type,” Cass told him. “Slender hips. Small hands.”

  “Seems like you’ve been getting pretty familiar with my physique while I wasn’t looking.”

  The whirring in her stomach kicked up another notch and her hand jerked. The car shuddered to the side and Brandon laughed at her, placing his hand on the wheel to steady the car.

  “Bruce told me,” Cass said.

  “Well, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but you certainly aren’t taking us to Natalia’s,” Brandon said. “Where are you taking me? Out in the forest to kill me? You going to introduce me to your secret tribe of robots that are aiming to take over the world?”

  “I didn’t know you were a conservative,” Cass told him as she frowned. “And I’m taking us home. The green dot points toward home, and I’m following that.”

  “Well, I wouldn’t want to argue with your green dots, but this isn’t going home,” Brandon chuckled.

  Three green dotted path was starting to get lighter and steadier. They were almost there. Cass eased down on the lever, slowing the car to a halt. She pulled back on the steering column and the car drifted down easily onto an old, cracked driveway.

  “Where is this?” Brandon asked sitting up straighter. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration. “I recognize the neighborhood, but I don’t know this place.”

  Cass shook her head. “I’m not sure,” she told him.

  It used to be a house, that much was certain, before it had burned. Whoever had lived here hadn’t bothered to rebuild. The two-car garage was mostly unscathed, but the house was blackened and crumbled all around the foundation.

  Cass unbuckled her belt and pushed open the door. When she stepped out into the open air, it was almost as if she could hear the screams all over again.

  “Cass! Save me!”

  Cass looked around. “What was that?” she asked.

  “I didn’t say anything,” Brandon said. All traces of his mirth were gone. He was looking at her funny again, almost like he did in the doctor’s office.

  Her hand began to shake.

  “I remember this place,” she said, taking a step forward, but her knees were weak and she had to lean against the car for support. “From before.” Her voice was dull, distant.

  “Cass, are you okay?” Brandon asked. His voice was distant too, almost as if she were hearing him through a tunnel. He raced around the front of the car as the air around her darkened. Shadows were settling at the edges of her vision. Cass was lost to darkness before she fell into Brandon’s arms.

  The following morning Cass woke in her closet at the edge of the living room as if nothing had happened the day before. In fact, for a moment she thought maybe nothing had happened but she could remember the course of events, and robots didn’t dream.

  Her morning routine was mindless, and like every morning before Cass went through the motions. What was different about this morning was Cass had thoughts. She couldn’t stop thinking about the day before; the visit with the doctor, flying the hover car to the strange burned out house, and the way Brandon acted toward her.

  It was Wednesday, which meant Natalia would want a pants suit. Cass sat out her owner’s favorite black suit and turned the shower on to the perfect heat. When Natalia’s alarm clock went off, Cass was already in the kitchen making her breakfast of chopped fruit, egg whites, and wheat toast with no butter.

  The holovision over the fireplace clicked on at the prescribed time to the news channel Natalia liked, but Cass wasn’t sure her owner truly heard any of it.

  “It’s another warm day out there today,” the news broadcaster said. She was a petite woman with dark hair and a pale face. “And while it’s warming up outside, the tensions are mounting in the station over something that’s gained a lot of attention lately, android rights.”

  “We should say robot rights,” a large man with white hair and a pinched face said. “Android means they are as close to human as they can be. I think even the liberals would agree with that.”

  Beside him a blond woman nodded. Her face was pinched too, but not because of her size, more because of her expression and obvious dismay at having to agree with the man to her left. Cass sat down the knife and stared at the woman. That was the woman from her memory—or her whatever it was when the doctor turned her off yesterday. She could barely believe her eyes. This was Olivia. A smile spread across her face. If her memory had been right, this would have been her previous owner. The one who cared so much for her.

  If she’s still alive, why did she give me up? Cass wondered. Her smile wilted. She went back to chopping the fruit. Probably didn’t want me. Maybe she got a newer model.

  “That’s correct. Until they can function more in the capacity of humans, they are automatons.”

  “And since they aren’t capable of functioning on their own, they shouldn’t deserve rights,” the man said.

  “They can function on their own,” the woman said, turning to the man. “They are completely capable of living life as their own entity.”

  “And you would have us grant them the same rights as us? The people who created them?”

  “Why not?” the woman shrugged. “We create our children and don’t think they deserve any less than us.” Olivia argued.

  Deserve to be abandoned? Cass wondered. Her thoughts flashed to the day before with Gerard. The doctor seemed to know Cass in some capacity. She was from his showroom. The conversation had indicated that Natalia had bought Cass from him. He knows something, she thought. If she wanted answers, she should start with the doctor.

  “And people enter into relationships with these things. Nothing more than a glorified sex doll,” the man said.

  “Sir
, please,” the anchor woman said. “Ms. Hampton, is it true that people are finding relationships with robots the way most people would human counter-parts?”

  “No,” the man said.

  “Please, let me speak,” Olivia barked.

  “These circuit breakers—” the man started, slamming his fist on the glass table.

  “Sir, please, watch your language.” The anchor woman frowned.

  “Sorry, these automaton lovers are taking advantage of lesser beings.”

  “Lesser beings who are able to think and act like humans. How can you portray anything as evil if it’s concerned with love?” The woman turned to him again. “Those of the right wing party are doing to robots what they’ve always done to what is different. Shut them away or focus on a sexual act that has nothing to do with equal rights.”

  A door closed in Natalia’s room and Cass jumped.

  “Yes Mrs. Birch, I’m preparing the files you want. Just like last month.” Natalia stepped into the living room and frowned at the holovision. “Yes, center spread and theme. Don’t worry, you’ll have them later today.”

  Natalia was silent for a time, her eyes distant, listening to the person on the other end of her phone implant. Natalia tucked her dark hair behind her ear and tapped her foot. “Yes. I know what’s at stake here. Just assure me I will have a top ranking job when all is said and done?” Natalia nodded in satisfaction. “You don’t need to worry about loyalties, you should know that by now. I have to go. You’ll have the files later today.”

  Natalia nodded one last time, touched a spot behind her ear and turned to Cass.

  “Ugh, shut that off, I can’t stand to listen to them,” Natalia commanded and waved her hand dismissively at the holovision.

  Cass sat Natalia’s breakfast out for her and obediently turned off the holovision. She then sat on the couch, as she did every morning, to give her owner peace and quiet before her trek to work. It wasn’t until after Natalia finished her breakfast, grabbed her keys, and whisked out the door that Cass went about cleaning up the kitchen, and then made her way into the bathroom.