Project Sable Rose, Wolfheart [online e reader TXT] 📗

setting in and she really didn’t feel like talking with the jack-ass who couldn’t get her memories straight. Besides, he looked like a little pussy. He was tall, at least five-six, with dark brown eyes and short, straight and messy brunette hair. Though he had broad shoulders, the guy needed to lay off the donuts and focus a little less on his video games, and pay a little more attention to his growing gut. Say…jog? Had this guy ever eaten an apple in his life without the chocolate and caramel? He was even wearing a white shirt with orange stripes and blue-jean cut-off shorts. His black sandals looked a hundred years old. He hadn’t shaved today, either, giving him the appearance of a mall security guard with the heart of a kitten.
And this guy is teaching me to fight? Man…if I ever see a battle, I’m a goner! At least he’s young…

She found herself a little curious on exactly how old he was. Suddenly, something clicked and her eye locked on him. Words raced across the inside of her left eye.

Name; Jayson Darren Bearskin
Age; 24
Height; 1.7272 m (5’8)
Weight; 91.6 kg (202lbs)
Occupation; H.A.D handler and programmer

Sable sighed, more than a little frustrated. That was helpful, yes, but she hadn’t aimed for it to happen, let alone expect it. It just wasn’t natural!
Maybe I’ll talk to Terra about it. She should know, with her psychic abilities.

Where did that come from? Terra was psychic…but she knew very little else about her sister. Was that integrated into her tech-mind?
“What was that sigh for?”
“It’s none of your business, geek.”
“Fine. If it has nothing to do with your programing, then you’re right. But my computer just informed me that your bionic eye and RAM was activated. Then you sighed. I could ask you, or I could pull it from your mind and know myself.”
She glared at him, furious. “Fine, Jayson

. That computer in my head just gave me a whole lot of information that I really don’t care about. And, man, lay off those donuts and candy! Two hundred pounds is a little much, don’t you think?”
He became a little stiffer in his seat, and his face became red.
“Look, I do a lot of computer work…”
“Good for you. Did your mother never teach you that candy rots your teeth? Try eating your apples without caramel and chocolate, and perhaps boiling your chicken instead of frying it. That might help out a bit. Oh…and ever think that beer has a little too much sugar? Hang-overs only happen if you have one too many, you know. There is flavored water, by the way.”
He glared at her sharply.
“Let’s keep this professional, please…”
“I am keeping it professional. If you’re teaching me combat, then I’m teaching you a little something called self-control.”
“I have plenty of it.”
She spotted a pack of cigarettes and a lighter.
“Oh really? So much control, you smoke to prove it? I didn’t think those things were still around. Only a handful of people are dumb enough to do it anymore.”
What’s in those things, anyway?

Her eye locked onto them and information zoomed onto her eye again.
She couldn’t keep up with most of what was listed – though she knew a good portion were dangerous chemicals and stuff proven to cause cancer – let alone understand most of it. But she did catch some of the ingredients; nicotine, tar, carbon monoxide, formaldehyde, ammonia, hydrogen cyanide, arsenic, and DDT.
“Do you realize you’re inhaling DDT everytime you puff off one of those things?”
He shrugged. “Tell somebody that cares. You seem to be locking onto everything and just getting stats on a whim. Why don’t you try listening to me and maybe that’ll stop.”
She rolled her eyes. “Listen to you? Sure, let me do that. So what’s first, Jayson? Learning how to type on a computer with my eyes closed?”
He made a face. “Why would I have you learn that? No, you shouldn’t need typing skills; you can operate this computer from where you lay now, as soon as you understand the stuff. But let’s work on your operating skills before we focus on the mind, alright?”
“Don’t you think I can work my own body?” She snapped.
“Well…you’ve been down for the count for a month…and you have a new heart, and two new limbs. Also, your brain is very different, since it’s not organic.”
In an attempt to prove she could do things, she sat up, turned to the side of the bed slowly – her head whirling – and made an attempt to stand.
Whoa.

She wobbled, not quite balanced. Something wasn’t right. She could feel

her legs – both of them. Her left leg was…different. But looking down, there was nothing different about them. In fact, the only way she could tell the difference was that her right leg felt weak and wobbly. There was no balance because one she didn’t seem to know how move properly, while the other didn’t want to move at all. But most of all, what she didn’t expect, was the pain.
She sat back down, trying to breathe normally.
“Yeah…I’d advise you to remain seated and listen to me a bit closer. You’ve been off your feet long enough to weaken tissue and muscle that will need to be slowly built up. Unfortunately, that process will be all the more painful because of the mechanical limbs. As for your right arm, I saw you flinch just lifting it. They look normal on the outside, I know, but they are complex pieces of machinery that attach or even supplement nerves. They are just as light as a normal limb, but using that arm won’t be easy at first. So, I want to begin by doing some pretty basic operations.”
Sable was in so much pain, she didn’t feel like arguing anymore. Jayson rose and handed her a plushy ball.
“Squeeze that twice.”
She sighed and obeyed, trying not to show the pain.
“We’ll do this for a while. Keep squeezing the ball while I move your right leg in proper walking motions.”
She squeezed again as he went over to her right leg and picked it up. She squeezed once more, imagining it was his head. He moved her leg high. She scowled, holding back the yelp. She squeezed the ball again as hard as she could manage. There was a pop and out came the beanies in the ball.
He stared at her, paling. Then he shook his head and bent her knee.
She gave a sharp cry from the pain. “Be careful, idiot!”
He ignored her comment and slowly straightened her leg out. She swore he was enjoying causing her this much pain! He repeated the motion eight more times before he stopped. Sable was sweating and beady-eyed.
“We’ll stop there for now. We’ll have to do this every day; on your leg and on your arm. Building them back up, as well as learning to use the other two, will be very hard on you. But there is an easier way to learn to use your arms again, and I’ll bring that to you tomorrow.”
After giving her fresh water, the man began to type on his computer. Soon, she was feeling numb. It wasn’t long after that before she had fallen asleep again.

Something startled Sable Rose awake. Somebody was in the room. It was dark still, so they hadn’t turned on the lights yet. She felt the throb of Jayson’s tortures in her leg. The lights flicked on, making her flinch. Glancing around, she saw it was the geek himself. He carried an instrument case.
The boy plays music? Oh no…don’t tell me he’s playing that in here?

He opened it up to reveal a handmade violin, bow and all. Glancing over, he saw her watching him with some growing interest. Violins were alright, as long as he could play it well.
“See what I mean? Much better than pulling your arm all over the place, isn’t it?”
She stared at him.
“You want me to play?” She asked in shock.
“Yeah. Why not? Your sisters said you loved playing and listening to violin. I managed to download the songs they heard you play the most, and some you listened to a lot that you couldn’t play yet. It was something I could resurrect of your past.”
After a moment of thought, Sable recalled several pieces of music. But she also knew that they required practice and graceful, careful movements.
Talk about painful.

“So you want to torture my ears, my memories and my body?” She snapped. “Look, Jayson, I’ve had it up to here” she raised her hand above her head “with your bullshit. Half of my body is dysfunctional. My brain and heart are computers and I have electronic bugs running through my veins. You do not

want to fuck with me. Right now, I’d kick your ass even if it killed me.”
She watched his smile leave and he slowly lowered the instrument.
“I’m sorry, Sable. I didn’t mean to upset you, alright? We’ll hold the violin off…”
He put the striking instrument away. Sable saw the irritated yet pained look in his eyes.
He did go through the trouble of doing this…

“Did…you do this for me?” She asked.
“I know it can be difficult. I’ve seen it so many times…and every time I’ve handled things, nothing has worked. The implants are difficult, and the obedience program H.A.D wants me to upload is painful; when they don’t obey, it literally hurts the Technist.”
“Technist?”
“Yes, that’s what H.A.D calls humans with alterations similar to yours. You’re quite advanced, mind you; especially since you have free will because I didn’t upload that program into your hard-drive.”
She sighed. Her stomach growled.
“Why don’t I get you into a wheel chair? I’ll take you to the cafeteria to get you something to eat.”
Finally! I can get outta here!

He left for a moment, and then came back in with a really cool wheel chair. It had all sorts of buttons. Somehow, just by looking at it, she knew it was electronic. She slid off the bed and into the chair. It fit her well.
“I customized it for you.” He sounded embarrassed. “It’s yours, so explore it whenever you can. But uh…until you know what you’re doing…I’ll push you.”
“Then let’s go!”
He laughed and pushed her out of the room. The movement made her nauseous for a while, but she quickly adjusted to it. By the time they arrived at the double-door, large café, she was even examining the wheelchair buttons. Her bionic eye wasn’t working – perhaps because she wasn’t even sure how to make it work – but they were tempting.
Upon entering the café, however, the only thing she was interested in was the smells. People looked over and dismissed her. She didn’t see anybody she knew, but then again, she hadn’t recognized her own sisters.
“Let’s get the food and go out into the garden. Is that all right?” She wanted to be outside.
“Go into the garden? To eat? What about bugs?” He made a face.
“What about them?” There was no reason to insult little bugs!
He shrugged. “We’ll head for the garden, then.”
They went through the line. Since she wasn’t sure what she liked otherwise, Sable grabbed pizza, bread sticks, an apple and coke. She remembered having this the day she woke up. As soon as Jayson paid for the meals, they headed for the garden.