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Authors: Lizzy Ford
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skills kick in yet? Carter had written.
Pleased to hear from him, I perched on the edge of my bed to respond. Yep. What’s the other one? A history chip? Oh, BTW – what happened to the real Josie Jackson who belongs here?
He took his time with his response. I crossed to a pitcher of water and thick glass, pouring myself a drink.
The sheep outside the window caught my eye again. They were perfectly huggable, though I didn’t think I would be able to bend over to pet them let alone hug them in the silly gown. Sipping water, I sat near the window. John had sheep, cattle, horses, goats, pigs and chickens. Having lived my entire life in crowded southern California, I viewed the rolling hills and animals that belonged to him with barely contained excitement. Surely during my time here, I’d have a chance to explore the prairies, meet every animal, and learn more about this era than possible in history classes!
At the buzz of my phone, I looked down.
Great! The other is an empathic memory chip. Said the text from Carter.
Do I feel in color or something? I wrote to him, perplexed.
His response was a smiley face, followed by a more detailed explanation.
It’s hard to explain, but you’ll know when it kicks in. Your logic chip will process the historical records and feed that to the chip that enhances your emotional quotient. It’ll help you interpret a course of action based on historically enhanced intuition.
“Sure. Why not.” So he planted three chips in my brain, not two. Not a fan of involuntary brain surgery. I know why I needed them but … yikes. Next time, tell me up front??? I responded. Rereading it, I typed him a second note about possible side effects of them doing brain surgery on me.
I’m sorry, Josie. I should’ve been more upfront, was his fast answer. There might be some side effects, but they’ve been tested enough that I don’t think any of them are negative. A couple of the chips’ functions are in the developmental stage – the empathic memory chip in particular was thought to be theoretically impossible, but I did it!
There was a part of me that wanted to ask how they had tested these brain chips enough to know there were no side effects. I hesitated to ask. Every once in a while, I sensed something … dark without understanding its source. As if knowing what I thought, Carter sent another note.
Trust me, Josie. I wouldn’t put them in your head if they were dangerous to you.
Somewhat appeased, I reread his explanation about the empathic memory chip. It made no sense to me, but I guessed I’d find out when it kicked in. I messaged him once more about the real Josie.
“Miss Josie?” Nell’s call was muffled by the closed door.
Shoving what she referred to as the devil’s box into my pocket, I straightened my dress hastily and smoothed it out. The door opened.
“Your father said you wanted air.” Nell held a parasol in one hand. She wore a dark hat and gloves. “Did you wish to go to town?”
I had completely forgotten about the town I saw last night.I bounced to my feet, ecstatic at the idea of seeing a real life Wild West town and hopeful of finding at least one of the men I sought. “Yes! What an awesome adventure!”
“You always did love town.” An odd expression crossed Nell’s face. It was no singular emotion but rather, a complete lack of anything. She went blank for a moment, glassy-eyed and frozen.
“You up for this?” I asked, concerned.
She shook her head. “Of course.” Nell released a sigh but didn’t give me one of her disapproval looks.
The odd spell passed, and I joined her at the door.
“Miss Josie, would you go to town without your bonnet?” she asked, askance.
“I guess not.” With a look around, I wasn’t able to determine where said bonnet was.
“I’ll fetch it.” She disappeared into the adjoining room. I trailed her to the doorway of a dressing room and saw a second fireplace, large basin for a bath, stands with different
Pleased to hear from him, I perched on the edge of my bed to respond. Yep. What’s the other one? A history chip? Oh, BTW – what happened to the real Josie Jackson who belongs here?
He took his time with his response. I crossed to a pitcher of water and thick glass, pouring myself a drink.
The sheep outside the window caught my eye again. They were perfectly huggable, though I didn’t think I would be able to bend over to pet them let alone hug them in the silly gown. Sipping water, I sat near the window. John had sheep, cattle, horses, goats, pigs and chickens. Having lived my entire life in crowded southern California, I viewed the rolling hills and animals that belonged to him with barely contained excitement. Surely during my time here, I’d have a chance to explore the prairies, meet every animal, and learn more about this era than possible in history classes!
At the buzz of my phone, I looked down.
Great! The other is an empathic memory chip. Said the text from Carter.
Do I feel in color or something? I wrote to him, perplexed.
His response was a smiley face, followed by a more detailed explanation.
It’s hard to explain, but you’ll know when it kicks in. Your logic chip will process the historical records and feed that to the chip that enhances your emotional quotient. It’ll help you interpret a course of action based on historically enhanced intuition.
“Sure. Why not.” So he planted three chips in my brain, not two. Not a fan of involuntary brain surgery. I know why I needed them but … yikes. Next time, tell me up front??? I responded. Rereading it, I typed him a second note about possible side effects of them doing brain surgery on me.
I’m sorry, Josie. I should’ve been more upfront, was his fast answer. There might be some side effects, but they’ve been tested enough that I don’t think any of them are negative. A couple of the chips’ functions are in the developmental stage – the empathic memory chip in particular was thought to be theoretically impossible, but I did it!
There was a part of me that wanted to ask how they had tested these brain chips enough to know there were no side effects. I hesitated to ask. Every once in a while, I sensed something … dark without understanding its source. As if knowing what I thought, Carter sent another note.
Trust me, Josie. I wouldn’t put them in your head if they were dangerous to you.
Somewhat appeased, I reread his explanation about the empathic memory chip. It made no sense to me, but I guessed I’d find out when it kicked in. I messaged him once more about the real Josie.
“Miss Josie?” Nell’s call was muffled by the closed door.
Shoving what she referred to as the devil’s box into my pocket, I straightened my dress hastily and smoothed it out. The door opened.
“Your father said you wanted air.” Nell held a parasol in one hand. She wore a dark hat and gloves. “Did you wish to go to town?”
I had completely forgotten about the town I saw last night.I bounced to my feet, ecstatic at the idea of seeing a real life Wild West town and hopeful of finding at least one of the men I sought. “Yes! What an awesome adventure!”
“You always did love town.” An odd expression crossed Nell’s face. It was no singular emotion but rather, a complete lack of anything. She went blank for a moment, glassy-eyed and frozen.
“You up for this?” I asked, concerned.
She shook her head. “Of course.” Nell released a sigh but didn’t give me one of her disapproval looks.
The odd spell passed, and I joined her at the door.
“Miss Josie, would you go to town without your bonnet?” she asked, askance.
“I guess not.” With a look around, I wasn’t able to determine where said bonnet was.
“I’ll fetch it.” She disappeared into the adjoining room. I trailed her to the doorway of a dressing room and saw a second fireplace, large basin for a bath, stands with different
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