Seneca Rebel

ANIKA LED US out through the back door of their little white house with navy blue shutters and a wrap-around porch. A swing sat just beyond a cute red barn. In the barnyard there were a few horses, goats, sheep, pigs, a regal old German Shepherd and a coop full of chickens. Their land must have encompassed at least forty acres.

We headed towards the chicken coop. There were three hens in there, plump as can be, and they were cluck, cluck, clucking away. “Oh be quiet, Pamela, these are our guests,” Anika quipped at the biggest hen in the house. She moved aside some stacks of hay, took a broom and brushed away a section of the dusty remnants, revealing a hidden door made of plywood, flush to the ground. She lifted it up and signaled for us to follow her. “Please close it behind you. I would say we don’t live on a farm, but, you know...” We smiled and I followed behind her, scaling down a creaky ladder. Dom pulled the door closed behind him.

Slivers of light shone through the slits in the hidden door and cut the cool darkness. I scrunched my nose and stifled a gag from the scent of moist chicken poop. When the waveguide ceiling lit up in a marshmallow white, illuminating everything in sight, my mind was too blown to register the foul odor. We were in a space of roughly a thousand square feet. Its white walls were coated in an inch of opaque swirling liquid inside which glowing sky blue graphs, charts and controls blinked into power. A hidden chamber of high-tech medicine was being hidden below a common chicken coop– incredible. In the center of the floor was a shiny silver plastic cylinder the size of a small flighter– a Biological Nanorobotic Fusion Chamber, otherwise known as a BioNan. Anika went to it and opened a small fist-size port in its side.

“I need the chip of whichever one of you is first.” Dom stepped forward.

“Are you sure?” I asked. This was my idea, so I didn’t want him to have to go first in case anything went wrong.

Dom nodded resolutely.

“Requesting control,” Anika addressed the BioNan.

A three foot wide, two foot tall, crystal control panel appeared in the air. She waved her hand over it, producing illuminated blue icons.

And just like that, a sweet little old lady morphed into a guru of technologically advanced medicine.

“Now, you’re going to go down that hall to the bathroom. Shower real well and put on one of the robes you’ll find in the closet.”

Dom didn’t hesitate. He had made up his mind and, once he did that, he never gave it a second thought. That was his style. I was scared for him, but the buzz of electronics was reassuring to me. Familiar. The flow of my blood and the electricity in these devices ran on the same wavelength.

Dom emerged wearing a robe. This was neither the time nor place to get all goo goo gaga, but, jeez, he looked good. And brave. Which made him painfully irresistible, if he wasn’t already. Which he was. And that drove me crazy. The more I fell, the more I resisted. Like a rubber band, I was bound eventually to snap or sling forward. This was a massive game of tug-of-war, with my attraction to him pulling me from the inside, while the risky request we’d made of Anika pulling me from the outside. I was so scared for him, and yet I realized, if we didn’t make it through this, we’d never have the chance to see what it could be like to be together— in Seneca or anywhere else.

“Okay, Dommy. You’re going to swallow these sensors now and lie down.” Anika handed him three tiny pills: yellow, aquamarine and violet. “They will dye your organs by the time you are situated inside the BioNan.” Anika pointed him to the simple, stainless steel bench that extended from the wall of blue. Dom explained to me on our way here that Anika had been a professor at a nearby university which shut down her entire department when futurist medicine like the BioNan was outlawed. The university was set to destroy all of her equipment when a group of students pulled a heist just in the nick of time and brought it to Anika. It was probably this type of technology that had rebuilt G.W. after the crash.

“Just relax and let me take it from here.” I appreciated that Anika was doing her best to send out the vibe of a fully confident expert.

Dom lay down on the bench.

A spinning whoosh sound powered up the BioNan. We all knew what could happen here, but nobody wanted to let their thoughts go there. The bench gradually disappeared into the BioNan, and sealed shut once Dom was inside. Anika moved to the front of her control panel and I moved behind her. I gulped and bit my thumb nail. My stomach turned.

Anika tapped at several of the blue icons on her control panel. A diagram of a body on a faint white grid scanned onto the wall. It was a rendering of Dom in yellow muscles, violet blood flow, and aquamarine organs. Anika moved her hands to form a sphere in the airspace in front of the control panel. An iridescent bubble appeared. She tapped twice on his aquamarine heart on the control panel, then pulled her hands back to the bubble, and a 3D heart appeared inside it. Right there, five feet in front of me, was Dom’s precious beating heart. Different shades and textures showed the flow and pressure. Anika took her hands and revolved his heart on an axis, checking it over and entering numerical data from her observations back into the control panel. She then pushed the heart back to the diagram of his body with her palm. I was infinitely fascinated as she methodically pulled each organ out and did the same thing. I couldn’t get over the fact that this aging hippie farmer was really a master of revolutionary medicine.

She then lowered her chin to her chest and brought her hands in a prayer formation up to her heart. For one minute, she breathed in and out in a controlled pattern, inhaling through her nose and exhaling deeply from the back of her throat. Then she brought her hands down to the control panel, lifted her head, relaxed her shoulders and slowly opened her eyes. She pulled a virtual robotic arm from the panel and, with her other hand, typed in code. A foot-long, double-pronged needle appeared in the robot’s arm. Thank goodness I had overcome my fear of needles in Dom’s lab, or I probably would have fainted watching this.

Anika pulled Dom’s spinal column from his diagramed body and rotated it. Typed in more code. The BioNan emitted a vibration. I looked at her, hoping she’d reassure me that everything was going to be okay, but she didn’t. Nothing existed other than what was in front of her. Dom’s life... our future... was at stake. She tapped five buttons on the virtual robotic arm, and a series of clicks preceded a whirring sound inside the cylinder.

A screen that magnified an x-ray of Dom’s spinal column appeared on the side of the BioNan. Anika moved down the control panel and zoomed in to magnify the area between two vertebrae that brightened up on the 3D image of his spine. She was exceptionally calm. I could easily recognize being in that sort of a zone. Everyone had his or her own version. Mine was energized. Hers was different. She seemed to purge all the crap that had no place in exactly what she was doing and bring herself down to a placid mindfulness. She pushed a command, and the whirr inside the BioNan crescendoed. I watched the virtual robotic arm move in and position the needle to inject into the lower third of the 3D image of Dom’s spine. A muffled moan came from inside the cylinder. I turned, nervously, to look at Anika. Was he okay? Did it work? How long until we knew?

She ignored me completely, at one with that control panel. Next, she pulled up his eyes. More whirrs inside the machine. I watched the screen intently as a small robotic device held his eyelids open and electro-laminates were fitted to his eyes. A microscopic laser then embedded them onto the surface. This would allow us to see our computational activity inside our own eyes. Screens would no longer be necessary.

With that, the process was complete. Anika directed everything back into place. The sphere disappeared. The door on the BioNan opened. The bench started to come out. First I saw Dom’s feet, then his legs... he wasn’t moving. I rushed to his side.

I couldn’t stay back even if I wanted to.

“Give him a minute.”

I nodded and waited impatiently as his body slowly emerged from the machine. I could see his chin, then lips, and finally his eyes. They were wide open and the glow above flooded his dilated pupils. He didn’t blink. Anika came over to him, too. “Dommy, you just take it easy now.” As if pulled by puppet strings, his lips slowly parted. His electrifying eyes shifted to mine and crinkled into a smile. My heart fluttered. He was okay.