Seneca Rebel

WE DROVE AN hour from Anika’s ranch to the banks of the James River. Anika and Josie had given us their old Toyota truck. It had been sitting dormant behind the barn for a half decade and they knew we’d put it to good use. Dom promised we’d be back to bring them to Seneca, but they respectfully declined. Anika and Josie loved their home and weren’t convinced that Seneca was the answer to a better future for them. Still, they were supportive of our belief that it was for us.

Virginia was entrenched in its metamorphosis from fall to winter. Lush green had been ushered out by the most captivating shades of crimson, orange, and speckles of deep purple. The colors were heightened by their mirror image in the tranquil surface of the water, barely disturbed by wind lifting it into soft peaks. We pulled off the parkway that ran south from the ranch onto a one-lane gravel road snaking its way up to the water’s edge. We got out of the truck and posted up to tackle the next phase of our mission.

The James River was such a peaceful place. No unbidden noise from transportation systems, crowds, technology, or even our own conversation. The only sounds were the mild gusts of wind in the trees and the river’s light current. Much of the wildlife that called this land of towering woods their home recently had dispersed to deeper, hidden places for the winter. We thought we were alone until we saw an agile doe and her majestic buck tiptoeing along the wood’s edge. Dom and I sat still and watched them make their way.

“Can’t we just stay right here forever?” Dom asked quietly.

It was an idealistic thought, an impossible dream, but I wanted to live in it, too. Run away from all the bad and just let our love flourish here in the tranquil Virginia wilderness. We could live off the land until the end of our time, whenever that may be. “I’m in.”

This was our own personal, sickeningly sweet romance novel. Why did it have to end? This is what life should be, this and nothing but this. Then, in crept reality. I knew that the air we breathed wasn’t as pure as it seemed. The quality of the land we’d be living off of wasn’t quite so unblemished. It never had been. And it was partly up to Dom and me to change that.

We had agreed not to toy with the flexer implants- period- until we were far enough away from Anika’s ranch because we didn’t want to put her and Josie at any more risk than we already had. Now we knew there was enough distance between them and us. The deer were endearing, and having Dom at my side gave me a permanent buzz. But nothing could get me going like what I was about to do. Even though I hadn’t done it yet, I knew. I’d waited my whole life for this. I was born for this. The itch was too intense to wait another second. “I have to do it.”

“I know.”

I closed my eyes and let my thought process paddle into the technology that was inside me. My flexer chip took power from the energy sources that run through my body and received its commands from the neocortex part of my brain that processes conscious thought. After my conscious thought occurred, an instantaneous response from my flexer arrived in my brain.

I sent the command for my eyes to power up the FlexOculi Implant. This technology normally required outside power, but that was no longer the case. Because in regular life a FlexOculi would connect to a flexer on the outside of a body, but Anika had defied common practice and connected it to my spinal flexer implant. She was hands down the coolest old lady alive.

Although it was physically only on the surface of my eyeballs, the FlexOculi appeared to project a twenty inch monitor one foot in front of my face. Communication was established. Absolutely brilliant.

I could not believe it had taken me almost seventeen years to get one of these but, then again, I could believe it because there is no way my parents would have allowed it until I was eighteen. Part of the gelatinous coating on my eyes conducted wireless signals. Most people used these things for gaming. Well, life was my game.

I wanted to log in to my Veil– and, bam, at the tail end of the very thought, there I was. Inside my Veil. And my Veil was inside me. I sensed it. Every single bit of data.

Nothing– and I mean nothing could rock my world like this. It was beautiful. The future had become my present. An absolute gift. How fortunate I was to be alive and experiencing this. My body charged with euphoria, like a geyser bursting from the earth. I couldn’t begin to comprehend the limitless potential within my own little temple of flesh and blood. As I sat on a river’s edge in the middle of the wilderness, I realized that I could do anything, no matter where I was.

A tear formed in my eye, clouding the vision of my FlexOculi monitor and Dom just beyond it. He was toying with his own newly found internal form and function. When I blinked, a tear streamed down my flushed cheek. Everything was clear again. I pushed my focus beyond the FlexOculi to Dom. Without him, this wouldn’t be. None of it. So many things had aligned for this to be my reality. I was overwhelmed. I had reached the peak of Olympus, but my heart lugged a deep, heavy load of sadness. I couldn’t share my accomplishments with my parents. I so badly wanted to see them happy and proud of me. I didn’t know when I’d get to see my mom again, but I just had to. I’d left without telling her I loved and appreciated her. I hoped she knew. My emotions took over, jumping spastically all over the place. My mental state was on an unpredictable teeter-totter. I swallowed the pain, pushing it deeper inside, and dredged the happiness up again. If only my dad could see me now. I held in a joy-filled cry. Instead, I reached out and pulled Dom’s face in to mine. I had to plant all this emotional chaos somewhere that would ground me.

Somewhere I could trust. Dom’s tender lips.

As intense as our connection was, and as far away as I felt it take me, I knew that, in his kiss, I could be brought back down to solid ground again.

“Was that for saving your life after that mosquito attack, or have you just fallen for my irresistible charisma?”

“The mosquito bite.” I said with a grin. He had to have known it was for everything.

I let out a deep breath the same way you do after a great big cry. I felt the same way, too, minus the sobbing it usually takes to get there.

“Now it’s time to get down to business.” “Please. Just let me know what I can do.”

“You just sit there and look pretty,” I smirked.

Dom lay down, grinning as if he was ready to watch me in a peep show. I didn’t blame him. This was some serious tech porn.

“I’m pulling the roster of all the Seneca Senators. I’ll access the nanobot mainframe through my Veil where I stored the path, and then it’s showtime.” I harnessed my Veil to my FlexOculi that had momentarily gone into sleep mode, and I crossreferenced the Seneca Senators with the data bank of entangled Seneca citizens. Two hundred and twelve Senators were right there. And then, as I scrolled down the names, one in particular hit me like a ton of bricks. Ellen Malone. I’d had no clue that Ellen was on the Seneca Senate, nor did I have any idea what other positions she held in Seneca. After being momentarily stunned, I realized that my life had changed so radically following Ellen’s arrival at my Culver City apartment, that nothing could shock me now.

I couldn’t let anything hinder the path I was on. I knew I’d figure it all out later, but now my priority was to deliver the truth to the Seneca Senate. The nanobots were in their blood too, and, if they knew it, they would do something about it. How could they not? All I had to do now was procure the thought and issue the command, and all two hundred and twelve of them would instantaneously receive the message.

The notion of embedding and then controlling information in the minds of the most powerful individuals on the planet was mind-boggling. Even Dom had ditched the chill vibe he’d recently acquired for the early Dom-like serious stance from when I’d first met him. We both knew that what we were doing would change the course of life in Seneca, with impact far beyond. Hard to believe that a nagging feeling he’d had after his Necrolla Carne shot had taken us this far. We were headed into unexplored territory.

I thought of Anika, how she brought a sense of composure to her belief in a universal strength to push her vision through.

It was time.

Three, two, one...

And it was sent. Across a vast ocean of space and a tiny pebble of time, through the vessel of my conscious thought, two hundred and twelve Seneca Senators were receiving this message:

“My name is Dorothy Campbell. I am a Senecan. The information you are receiving is being transmitted to your brain via nanobots that were injected into your blood under the guise of the Necrolla Carne vaccine. The Seneca Observation and Intelligence League has hacked into the brains of every citizen of Seneca this way and is gathering information on each and every one of them, including you. If you don’t believe it, you will be receiving the information they have about you right after this message. The data they are collecting is retrieved and stored inside a S.O.I.L. computer mainframe at Claytor Lake in Virginia. Fellow Senecan, Dominic Ambrosia, and I are currently at a location in the Aboves. Moments from now we will release to you our location, and then will comply with your requirement that we return to Seneca immediately.”

The flexer chip data for each Seneca Senator was also stored in the mainframe. I transmitted the portal I had in my Veil directly to their flexers for each of them to access the mainframe on their own.

I turned to Dom. “I’m going to unblock our position now.”

Any traces of fear inside him had vanished. This was all he had wanted all along — to have the truth about the nasty Necrolla Carne vaccine uncovered. He was a guy who valued truth above all else, and now his forced silence would be over. Now it was just a matter of making the most of our wait. I retracted my FlexOculi.

Just Dom, me and the James River. Dom took his boots off and put his feet in the water. This time his compulsive concern for his shoelaces and the placement of his boots were gone. He looked up at me with renewed hope in his eyes. This was one hundred percent, authentic Dominic Ambrosia. No fear, no control, no paranoia, nothing but pure Dom. How come, every time we were in this kind of live-or-die type situation he’d give me that look and I’d fall so freaking hard for him all over again?

“The water is freeeeeeezing!” he hollered in delight, as his legs submerged to just below his knees. I sat down next to him and squealed as I slowly dipped my toes. After a few seconds they went numb and I inched the rest of my feet in. The cold was nearly unbearable, but it hurt so good to feel so alive. Side by side, our feet dangled in the water. Dom looked over at me, scooted closer. Did I say I was falling hard for him? Scratch that.

I was crashing!

“You have no idea how happy I am that you came to New

York for me.”

“Well, I wasn’t just going to let it slide.”

Nobody ever gave me the intense looks he did. I had to let my defenses down and just go with it. I felt safe and secure behind my walls but, as they began to crumble and fall, I felt safer in the freedom of not having them there... and of letting Dom in.

“I love you, Doro.” Oh. My. God.

Dom loved me. I couldn’t gather myself to say it back, even though I felt the same way, times a trillion. My mouth hung open like a bumbling fool. I couldn’t speak. This was so unlike me.

And then, before I had the chance to say a word, funnels of blue light blasted down onto each of us. Without any audible warning, we were ambushed, encased inside two separate spheres of light. I looked toward the sky to find the source– a silenced stealth flighter. I shouted to Dom, and saw that he was shouting to me, too, but we couldn’t hear each other. Then the spheres coated over in a blinding light that even penetrated my closed eyelids. I covered my face with my forearm. I tried to initialize flexer communication with him, but there must have been a signal shield in the sphere in which I was encased.

The flighter lifted us quickly. The air became so

shallow my breath couldn’t grasp it. I choked on the freezing air. The blinding light flashed with blackness, evolving into a slow, dizzying bright blue and black strobe. My eyes struggled to see until stars took over the strobe and I passed out.