Free Web NovelChapter 36: Zero, Hi!
It rained again that day.
Zero moved about freely in the clean doctor’s office, getting rid of germs and disinfecting the large office all over again. The electric whirring of his movement echoed in the silence.
His little robotic sounds and incomprehensible words disturbed the peaceful calm of the room.
Zero paused and turned to the human sitting quietly behind his desk.
He looked genuinely disturbed for the first time. The pale blue lights underneath the table added a depressive color to the two polaroid pictures of what seemed to have been a loving family.
A smiling husband and wife stood surrounded by their children.
What exactly do you want me to do with this, Neal?
How can this be more effective than the other methods to win your little heiress back.
The half demon sighed deeply, leaning more on his seat. Not really knowing what to do with this and it has been days. His little niece had decided to surrender to her affliction without a fight.
Neal was becoming more impatient about his progress of finding the survivors.
He was convinced there were survivors, but the story his brother told him about the family never quite added up.
It was strange.
’’Blah–wah–claaaa....’’
Lyzer looked up from the picture at the sound of his useless assistant.
Humans weren’t intelligent enough to turn the technology they were given into something useful. Into something more impressive that these pieces of junk they managed to put together and called it artificial intelligence.
Lyzer scoffed.
Intelligence my foot!
Zero scooted to a corner when the door to his office opened and Miss Poppi entered to quietly announce the arrival of a guest.
’’Doctor Lyzer, one of your patients is here for her appointment with you.’’
Lyzer fought the urge to groan at the thought of dealing with another intelligent being. No one could understand how hard it was pretending to be something you are not.
The doctor moved forward in his seat, hands clenched tight on the table as a fire burned within him.
Why did Neal get to play God while he remained trapped in this awful lab coat, pretending to care?
Neal gets to do the damages and he was the therapist to the victims. Giving them false hope of a better and healthier life and future.
A future they had sworn to crush underneath their supreme rule.
Lyzer smiled, ’’Send her in.’’
Miss Poppi nodded, disappearing from the door before returning briefly to lead his next patient for the night in.
Lyzer prepared himself mentally to tell her the usual, to give them the right diagnostics and treatment that was made to fail them at the end of the day.
’’Come in, miss,’’ Miss Poppi said in her lovely, cheerful tone as his next patient stepped in, before stepping out and closing the door behind her.
Zero stopped his incessant noise making to stare at the other human who worked in, immediately taking details of her biological makeup and sending the information where he had been programmed to deliver.
Lyzer looked up to stare at his patient when she refused to step away from the door. She was a petite fragile little thing and has lost even more weight than the last time he saw her.
Good.
Very good.
’’Miss Green?’’ Lyzer called politely, turning fully in his chair and urging her to come in so they could start their usual session together.
Miss Green’s eyes moved like a pair of lifeless eyes preserved in a jar of chemicals that had been shaken. Lyzer’s words were delayed a few seconds before she could hear and understand.
Miss Green moved and groaned when she slammed right into a wall. Zero blinked a few times. Lyzer sighed when she moved and hit a wall again, frowning because her eyes gave her a detailed picture of the room, where her doctor was at, but she was having great difficulties reaching him.
Blood trickled down the side of her face as she stood by a corner, fearing the walls that seemed to appear wherever she went.
’’Miss Green, follow my voice as you take a step,’’ Lyzer’s calm and comforting voice echoed all around her. Taking small shy steps she faced him, blinking as she immediately leaned on his help for guidance. ’’Like we’ve always practiced, alright?’’
She nodded, her small pink lips parting a bit as she waited for his instructions, feeling a great pain all over her body as she refused to take her eyes from him.
’’A meets Z,’’ Lyzer began. ’’You are A and the chair you see in front of me is Z.’’
Miss Green moved, taking a starting step in the direction of the weirdly shaped letter Z.
’’Then, imagine a straight line of alphabets, like a bridge starting from where you are and meeting at Z.’’
’’Okay,’’ Miss Green said as there was a tiny well of tears building in her eyes as she listened to his instruction.
’’The bridge is mostly straight. You are likely to hit a wall or fall off and get hurt if you make as much as a small turn from this straight line.’’
Lyzer warned, his gaze fixed on the girl as she held on tight to the leather straps of the bag hanging from her left shoulder.
’’Are we ready to take the step and meet Z?’’
Green nodded, taking in deep breaths as she moved.
A, she called in her head, making no move.
’’B,’’ She moved slowly, following the straight bridge to the disfigured looking Z.
’’C...D...E...F...’’
Lyzer stared at his patient with bored interest. His gaze flickering over to Zero to ensure he was recording this.
’’...X...Y...’’
Miss Green paused in front of the seat before Lyzer’s table and sighed, ’’Z.’’
She turned around and settled on the chair stiffly before easing into it, bringing one of her legs over the other as her bag eased from her shoulder.
Lyzer turned in his seat, smiling, ’’Welcome.’’
Green eased into a relieved smile as blood trickled down the side of her face, ’’Thank you so much for always helping me, Mr. Lyzer.’’
Lyzer waved and shook his head that it wasn’t a big deal. He is always happy to help and provide the necessary support to all patients going through severe head trauma and rare Neurological diseases.
Lyzer has spent years studying the human brain, its structure, function and how to reverse some of its functions or better yet, alter it in a way that will only benefit his life purposes, the main goal and fulfil the agenda of his hometown.
Lyzer fished out a pen and a jotter. He opened a fresh page, taking note of today’s date and the name of the patient he was currently dealing with.
Green sat comfortably in the chair, smiling at the little robot that came to greet her.
’’Hi,’’ she waved at the cute, little thing before he scooted away to continue with the cleaning of the room.
It’s fascinating to know how his ruthless research on the brain and the nervous system as a whole has made them achieve a lot of disastrous things here on earth. And the human body still remains their sole target and everything else comes after.
’’Why didn’t you step in with your guide? He could have prevented you from..’’ he pointed at her injury and Green shyly tried to wipe the blood from her hands with her face, not feeling the pain of her injury one bit.
’’I’m sorry, I just wanted to try and find my directions by myself. I’m so stupid...’’
Annoyingly so.
Lyzer pulled out a neat bundle of bandages and plaster along with the small first aid box from a drawer of his table and rose from his chair, moving around the table as his labcoat dragged the two pictures he had been staring at until they fell without him realizing it.
Green had been his patient for almost ten years now after she watched her mother slit her own throat right after dinner and she was still recovering from some trauma that happened long before that. freёweɓnovel.com
’’No, you aren’t. Your brain is. Not you.’’
Green nodded, smiling softly as he always made her feel better. Lyzer leaned on the table beside her and pulled out a cotton wool from the first aid box and began to tend to her injuries.
No one really understands what might have happened to a family to force the mother to commit suicide and the daughter a hollow shell without a proper functioning brain.
She remains one of his most interesting tests—patients who suffer greatly from something she doesn’t even know or remember. Every time, Lyzer tries to force the brain to recover all lost memories, he believed they were just hiding in a part of the brain Lyzer loves to call it, the trauma archives. Where the brain, without permission filters all bad and unpleasant experiences of a survivor and locks it up as some sort of weird defense mechanism. The body remembers the experience but the brain chooses to ignore it until an external factor triggers it.
Her trauma was probably hiding somewhere, waiting to be triggered by something.
’’How is your head, feeling better lately?’’ Lyzer asked as he sealed the opening in her forehead with a plaster.
’’Yes, I am, thank you very much. The special injections you have been giving me are helping with my sleep a lot. I even finished a whole slice of bread today and I am very happy!’’
Lyzer returned her smile as he began to unwrap the bandage to dress her wound. It was quiet for a while, except the constant movements of Zero cleaning about.
Green noticed the small flat papers beside her feet. Green scratched the side of her face as Doctor Lyzer turned around to close up the first aid box.
She yawned, looking boredly at the papers littering the ground of this neat room. Her friendly robot has been working so hard to keep everything neat and germ free.
So, she thought of picking them up and hiding it in her purse when no one was looking. She was scared of the hardworking robot losing his job because of this.
As she picked up the paper, dark figures blurred beneath the photograph. She flipped it over. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
A gunshot exploded inside her head, freezing her in place.
It was raining heavily that night. Six familiar faces were forced on their knees close to the edge crying and in great pain. The world spun and she found herself lying on a wet rock, bleeding as she watched the tall, dark figure shoot one of her elder sisters in the head and her body rolled off the rock like a biscuit wrapper, drowning in the mud of her own blood.
Racheal screamed when Ashley didn’t move.
’’Noooo,’’ She cried, groaning in pain as the murderer of her sisters turned to face her with that same gun and somewhere in the far distance she heard her father crying and begging to be killed.
Racheal turned just enough to see the girl her age point the gun mercilessly at her father.
’’Ashley...Carrie...Siene...Bridget and me.’’
Lyzer froze and turned around to see the rivers of tears that flowed down Racheal Green’s face.
Her hands were surprisingly tight around the two pictures he had with him as she stared for a long time at nothing. Lyzer wondered if this was some sort of new side effect of the special injections as he stared worriedly at Green.
Racheal Green then turned slowly to face Dr. Lyzer, looking like a completely different person as she showed emotions she wasn’t supposed to show. Looking more alert and aware than Lyzer had ever seen her.
’’Dr. Lyzer,’’ She called softly as the sound of thunder echoed, filling the silence that followed briefly.
More painful tears streamed down her face as she stared seriously at the doctor.
’’Why do you have a picture of my family and me?’’
Lyzer responded with a surprised blink.
