Complete Atopia Chronicles

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Author: Matthew Mather
Tags: Fiction, Science-Fiction, Hard Science Fiction
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remember feeling tiny fingers probing and tickling me, lights and patterns flashing in my eyes and sounds like some kind of hearing test. My muscles twitched as small electric shocks seemed to race back and forth across my body. Sweet and salty liquids washed through my mouth as my nostrils filled with acrid smoke, and the whole thing cycled hot to cold and back again.
    I quickly fell asleep, and dreamt of flying above fields of golden daisies, with sunshine filling a perfect golden sky. I dreamt of babies with blue eyes, alive but never living, their blue eyes filling blue seas with blue pain.
     

4
     
    “OLYMPIA…”
    “OLYMPIA,” CAME the voice again.
    I was floating, peacefully alone, and some pestering thing had broken the tranquility. My brain tried to ignore it, but then there it was once more, “Olympia?”
    I reluctantly opened my eyes to see an angel hovering above me, an angel that strangely reminded me of my cat, Mr. Tweedles. No wait, not an angel, it was a nurse. That’s right. I was back at the doctor’s office getting that thing activated, and they’d sedated me again. I closed my eyes, bringing up a hand to rub them, and then opened them again and sighed heavily.
    “Yes?” I responded groggily. Irritably.
    “Seems like someone needed a little more sleepy time,” laughed the nurse. “Come on, I’ll get you up and dressed.”
    I propped myself up on my elbows and frowned at her. “How long was I out?”
    “Hmm...” she considered, “about two hours I’d say. Everything seems to be working perfectly. In fact we’ve just activated the system. Your proxxi will explain everything to you once you get home. I would have woken you sooner but you just seemed so peaceful.”
    “Yeah, well, thanks for that,” I said, swinging my legs off the side of the pod as I sat up, pushing off her attempts to handle me. Shrugging, she handed me my clothes.
    “I can take it from here, thank you very much,” I stated flatly and aggressively, waving her away.
    She took a look at me and narrowed her eyes slightly, but then her smile returned and she shrugged again and began to walk out.
    “I’m going to bring you in to speak to the doctor before you leave okay? He needs to have a final word,” she said as she went through the door.
    I finished getting dressed and walked out into the hallway. The nurse was watching me carefully from a distance, studying me. Silly cow. I stopped at the doctor’s office and half hung my head inside, making sure he could sense my need to get a move on.
    “So how do you feel?” he asked, looking up from whatever he was doing. “Please, come in.”
    “No, I’m fine. I mean, I just want to get going. This was supposed to be under an hour, I’ve got things to do,” I complained. “So just tell me quick, what do I need to know?”
    He paused.
    “You have a very powerful new tool at your disposal, just be careful with it, and don’t activate any of the distributed consciousness features yet.”
    “Distributed consciousness,” I snorted, looking back towards the nurse who’d positioned herself behind me in the hallway. I bet she had no idea what we were talking about. “Where do they get these ideas?”
    “If you want to talk with me,” continued the doctor, and I looked back towards him, “just say my name and you will be instantly patched through to me, anytime of the day or night.”
    With some effort, I managed to disengage my disgust from the sweaty reflection off his head.
    “Great,” I replied impatiently. “Got it.”
    “When you get home today and feel ready, just say ‘pssi instructions’ and you will get all the information you need from your new proxxi.”
    “Perfect.” I felt almost cheerful, sensing an imminent exit. “I’ll be in touch.”
    With the tiniest of waves I bid him goodbye, and marched off down the hallway and out the door, purposely ignoring the nurse who was watching me all the way out.
    The air outside was crisp and fresh, and for

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