but he was way past the point of not getting enough oxygen to his brain. The alarm finally went off because his heart stopped, but his oxygen levels had reached zero long before that.â
âAll right, so he visited the other side for a little bit. He fired back up pretty nicely after that. Same thing happens to drowning victims.â
âI wish that were it. I took a look at his vitals after he attacked that first doctor. He didnât have a pulse. He wasnât breathing, either.â
âMuscle spasms?â I was joking, but part of me hoped Alex would agree.
âDid Janet and Barry look like they were having spasms? Or how about Elliott when he chased Dr. Feng down the hall?â
âIs that why you were being such a coward in there?â
âI donât know. I donât claim to be a particularly courageous person. The whole thing got under my skin.â
âWell, if I start breaking out in sweats and sores you can just go ahead and take me out before I start biting.â
âIâll keep my fingers crossed that it doesnât come to that,â Alex said as he walked into the other room. He stepped back into the doorway and pelted me with something. âHere, put this on.â
I held what Alex had thrown at me. It was a navy blue jumpsuit that buttoned in the front. I reluctantly removed my hospital clothes and slid on the jumpsuit. Alex returned from the bedroom wearing the same.
âSweet, weâre twins!â I exclaimed sarcastically.
âThis is standard issue for civilians. Weâll be a lot less noticeable on the streets in these.â
âWell, weâre ready to take out the trash.â
âCome on, letâs go. I know a place where they wonât be looking for us.â
13.
Alex led me back across town to a high-rise residential tower directly across the street from the facility we had escaped that morning. He assured me his friend Celesteâs apartment was safe because she had told him theyâd already searched the building for us, but we snuck in through a back entrance just to be safe.
When he knocked on a fourth-floor door, an absolute beauty answered. Celeste was tall and lithe with wavy jet-black hair and bright blue eyes that sparkled when she smiled. Her roommate Carson was another story. Alex had attempted to prepare me for him, but no description was adequate. Years before, Carson had been labeled a dissenter by the Chinese for trying to organize a labor strike. His attempt to get a day off for US citizens earned him a trip to a reeducation camp, where they lobotomized him and tinkered with his brain until he returned a model Chinese citizen. The three of them had been friends forever, and Celeste roomed with Carson so that she could keep an eye on him.
Carson was like an overzealous den mother offering us rice and asking all sorts of questions about where Iâd come from and what my interests were. The four of us sat down for a bite and some tea, and I couldnât resist picking his brain.
âSo what is it you do, Carson?â
âRoyce, Iâm so glad you asked. Iâm a supervisor at the waste management facility.â
âWhat sort of supervising do you do there?â
âI ensure the workers process the waste efficiently and accurately to support the great republic.â
âIs that so? And processing trash is pretty important to the great republic, is it?â
âOh yes. A clean society is an effective society.â
âYou sound like a pretty big fan of this great republic.â
âI love the republic above all else.â
âAnd why is that?â
âThe great republic is creating peace and harmony throughout the world by integrating its cultures. The great republic provides for all the needs of its citizens. We have ample employment, shelter, and nourishment for our bodies. I am grateful to the great republic for everything it has given to me, and I dedicate my
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