The Scientist, Sian Webster [uplifting novels .TXT] 📗

that extended from the back of the Watch into your wrist. The current Watch, known as Mark-43 – the forty-third edition of the Watch – takes DNA samples from your skin cells, which is a lot more efficient and means that you don’t get stabbed every time you put the Watch back on after showering, which I suppose is nice. Then, the Watches have GPS tracking systems in them, so they know just when the Soul Mates will meet. The numbers are kind of like length of time it would take to cross the distance between you and your Soul Mate.”

“So, it’s really that simple?” He muttered, his voice echoing off the walls of the shaft. “Just, a little lock and key in our DNA?”

I shrugged. “Lately, there’s been a lot of rumours that the Watch is just a breeding program sort of thing, but DNA sounds more promising.”

David’s eyebrows furrowed. “A breeding program?”

I nodded. “A matching process to breed a superior race. If we breed out the disabilities, breed out the mutations and diseases, we could be more than we are. A lot of people are trying to say that the Watches just match you with someone that will eliminate any bad genes you have so you have a child who is better off – genetically – than you are. But I don’t think the Scientists would go to that much effort to twist the Watches into that when Codi and William found Scientific proof that Soul Mates exist.”

“How did they know it worked?”

“You don’t know?” I asked as my feet slowly landed safely on the roof of the elevator car. “Codi and William Harper are the first ever Soul Mates on record. They proved it by accident.”

David nodded. “So,” he looked down at the floor – or rather, the top of the elevator. His voice was still shaking slightly, but he seemed a little better. “What now?”

“First of all, we need to see if anyone is in the actual elevator.” I told him, swinging my bag off my back and pulling out a small camera – it was about a centimetre by a centimetre, just small enough to fit between the grate of the emergency hatch at the top of the elevator. I clipped the cord the camera hung on to the grate of the hatch, programming my Watch to project the image from the camera, before I slowly lowered it into the elevator. Two Scientists – a male and a female – showed up in its view.

“This is getting ridiculous.” The male Scientist grumbled. “Why has no one upgraded the elevators in this block? If we had Hovers like we did in the Tower, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

The female Scientist was younger, probably a trainee. “You know as well as anyone,” she sighed, “installing Hover Lifts in this building would drain the power that the learning facilities need.”

“We could always get more power.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “We’re using too much power as it is.” She reminded the male. “Any more power usage and it’ll raise suspicion. We can’t afford for the Government to suspect anything. They’ll ruin us.”

My brow furrowed as David muttered exactly what I had been thinking.

“Can’t afford for the Government to suspect anything about what?” He asked.

“I don’t know.” I whispered. “We’ll find out. But, for now…” I rummaged through my bag once more, pulling out one of my favourite inventions. It was a cube as small as the camera, but when the cube registered my DNA from the palm of my hand, it sprouted eight legs, mimicking a spider. I pressed the button on its back, and let it crawl down into the elevator. I then stuffed my bag over the grate as hard as I could, only removing it when my Watch beeped to let me know it was safe.

“Okay.” I said, pulling my bag away and opening the hatch to reveal the two Scientists unconscious on the floor of the elevator. “Now we’re good to go.”

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Text: Sian Webster
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Publication Date: 09-22-2013

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Dedication:
To Mikayla, To ruin your life just that little bit more.