Friday, December 14, 2012

Restored (Part 1)

I know I said I would tell you about Rain in the next post but I lied. Also, it's not tomorrow yet (for me at least) so think of this more as an extra post.
I figure in a show of good faith, and to keep any potential readers interested, I'd post one of my stories. This is from a story called "Restored." Like most of my work, it's set in the near future, where things are mostly the same, but just different enough to be worthy of reading about.
"Restored" is an earlier work, and it shows. But, seeing as most  magazines do not like you posting submitted stories to blogs, this is the one I am posting. Periodically I hope to post other stories, but for now I give you "Restored"




“This is amazing Richard! It’s ground breaking, revolutionary even! Think of the prizes, the money! Richard, this could, no, this will get us a Nobel!”
            Richard could only stare in awe as his partner danced around the lab, his high laugh over powering even the noise of the machine. They had been working for years on this project, written countless grants and proposals and what they had to show for it was one perfectly ripe strawberry. Richard hesitantly stepped towards the fruit, sitting there with it’s perfectly red surface reflected on the silver plate beneath it. Staring at the strawberry through the window, he noted its characteristics, jotting down all aspects of it in his notebook, concluding that it was a wholly normal and average berry. It was a miracle, not five minute prior it had been completely rotten.
            “We’ve done it Richard,” panted Jason as he leaned over a table, catching his breath. “We could end hunger with this machine. Just think, with one of these in every home, there would be no need for expiration dates! Nothing would ever go bad again!”
            “We have to do a lot more research before we reach that point!” Richard said, but it was struggle to keep from dancing as Jason had. Ever since his high school senior trip to the Dominican Republic, Richard Blake had dreamed of finding a way end hunger in the world. It had consumed him. It was his driving force through years of medical school and beyond, but now, now, that dream was nearly reality. “Come on Jason, let’s go and see our little berry in there.”
            Jason picked himself off the table and hurried over to the control console, ending the program and unlocking the door to the chamber where the strawberry sat. The door swung inward automatically while Richard walked towards it. As he neared the pedestal, his pace quickened, it was a struggle to keep from running to the berry. It looked normal, but there were many tests that needed to be done to prove that point. Only one test that matters though he thought, picking up the strawberry and biting into it.
            “Richard! What did you do? Our experiment, our strawberry! It’s, it’s…”
            “Delicious. We’ve done it Jason, we’ve done it! We have taken a disgusting, rotten fruit and returned it to a pristine state. You have just witnessed the death of world hunger.” Richard could not contain himself anymore, as laughter escaped his lips. His dream had been realized. “Anyway,” he continued once he could speak again, “we will need to run so many of these experiments to prove what we have done, what’s one more trial? We have cartons of rotten food to go through. Here I’ll grab another piece so we can run it again.”
            It took only a few minutes for the second test subject, this time an apple, to be set up. Once it was in place, the two scientists retreated to the console room and began the automated sequence that would restore the apple.
            “Hello? Dr. Blake? Dr. Argenon? The rats from the cancer trials are all, ah, dead. Do we have anymore?”
            The two doctors looked as Ben Tabit, one of Jason’s Undergrad Assistances in the neighboring lab, walked into the room, carrying several cages of what Richard could only assume were dead rats. “I swear to God, that kid is an idiot. The clumsiest and laziest assistant I have ever had” Jason muttered before he turned on the microphone. “Just put the rats back Ben, I’ll talk with you in a moment.”
            “Well, if there is nothing to do, I could just leave. I kind of have this thing later with…”
            Richard never heard who it was that Ben had a thing with later for as he was speaking, several things happened at once. The automated start sequence had begun, and warning lights flashed signaling ALL PERSONAL STAND BACK. The noise and lights caused Ben to stumble, only just managing to catch himself, but sending the cages of dead rats sliding into the experiment room as the automatic doors closed and locked.
            Richard and Jason rushed out of the control room as the machines in the room started up, sending loud whirring and whining noises throughout the lab, drowning out Ben’s perfuse apologies. After an eternity that lasted precisely three minutes and twenty-seven seconds, the lights flashed on again signaling the all clear. Richard stood anxiously, hardly breathing as the doors slowly opened. Almost as one, the three men rushed into the room to see what had happened, and as one all stopped, and stared at the collection of mice scurrying about the room. 
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            The light rain from earlier in the evening had started to pick up by the time the movie ended. Large wet droplets hit the Blakes as they left the theater, making their way towards their waiting car. “So what did you think of it Richard? I know those types of movies are not your cup of tea, but the scene with the shoe? That was hilarious!”
            His wife Margret’s voice broke Richard out of his reverie. “Oh sure honey, it was great.” To tell the truth, Richard had not been able to focus on the movie, the events from earlier in the day still playing on a continuous loop in his mind.
            “You’re just saying that Dad! Knowing you, you were probably sleeping for the whole show.” A smile grew on Richard’s face at his daughters words. She had always had that effect on him. Ever since the first time he held her, Richard had to fight to keep from smiling when he was around Elizabeth, and it was always a battle he gladly lost.
            “I was watching the whole time, thank you very much. I’m surprised you even had time to look at me, what with all the staring you were doing at, uh, that one actor’s name: the tall blonde guy.”
            “Kyle Evens?” Elizabeth and Margret sighed in unison. “That guy has the body of a Greek god,” Margret continued. “If I had him alone why I would… bake him a cake.” She finished, noticing the look Richard was giving her.
            “He is so gorgeous dad, you just wouldn’t understand. When Carly went to Hollywood last summer she said that…” A buzzing sound interrupted Elizabeth. She whipped out her phone, and letting out a squeal, began to feverishly click away at the keyboard as she continued speaking. “Hey Mom; Carly, Jake and Trevor just got out of watching another movie and they want to know if I can hang out afterword.”
            “I don’t know Liz, it’s getting pretty late and the rain his picking up some more.” Richard could not argue with his wife on that one, the rain had been steadily increasing since they started walking through the parking lot. Now it seemed like they were in the monsoon season instead of mid-May. “Honey, what do you think?”
            “Well, I don’t know. Your mother’s right; it’s pretty late and wet out and you guys have only had licenses for a couple of months.”
            “Trevor’s had his for a year! Please Dad, I haven’t seen Carly in forever. I’ll be back before you have time to miss me, I promise!”
            Richard stared into the big brown eyes of his daughter. He knew it was not a good idea having those kids drive around so late together, but how could he resist those eyes? “Alright, you can go.”
            “Oh thank you Dad, thankyouthankyouthankyou!” She said as she ran off into the parking lot.
            “Just as long as you’re back before I miss you!” Richard called out to the receding shape of his daughter. “Now, you’ve seen the body of a Greek god,” he said to his wife as his daughter faded from sight, “how about an American one?”
            “Oh Richard, you’re horrible.” His wife laughed as they got into the waiting car.
            While he was starting the car, a car horn caused him to look up as a green SUV drove past with Elizabeth waving from the passenger seat. Richard watched as the SUV sped out of the parking lot, it’s large frame barely slowing as it came to the intersection. He watched as the SUV spun, it’s tires unable to find purchase on the soaking pavement. He watched as a second car came barreling into the SUV. He watched as the SUV containing his daughter went spinning, rolling down the road.
            How he got there, he could never remember. One instant he was watching the SUV turn and flip, the next Richard was running past the onlookers, blind to everything but the fate of his daughter. He found her, lying on the street; she had been thrown out of the windshield during one of the rolls. As he neared her, his legs lost all their muscles and he crumpled to the ground next to her. With trembling hands, Richard cradled up her head, seemingly lying on a red pillow, as her eyes, so beautiful and large, starred into the raining night.
            The rain from above mixed with Richard’s tears as he knelt next to the body of Elizabeth. Emotions and thoughts flooded him, overwhelmed him. How could this have happened? He should have been firmer with her! If he had said no to her, Elizabeth would still be alive right now. His daughter was dead, and he was the one to say “yes.” What had he done to deserve this fate? The day had begun so well. His experiment was a success; even the rats could be restored. Now Elizabeth, his baby girl was, was… Just like that, the pieces fell together, and with a clarity born of desperation Richard Blake knew what he had to do.
            Long after Richard had left the lab, Jason Argenon continued to work furiously, forgetting food, drink, and time as he gathered data on this new development. He had ordered Ben not to tell anyone about what happened, but that fool would probably end up getting drunk and telling the whole world, and Jason had to be ready to prove it.
            “Nobel, ha!” he said, watching the rats as they squirmed about in the cages. “They will have to invent a new prize to give me once they see what this machine can do. You my pretties will change the world, and it’ll be my name that will be remembered as the man who stopped death.”
            He continued to stare at the rats, his gateway to immortality in more ways than one, when he heard the doors to the lab crash open. “Ben, I thought I told you to go home,” he yelled, swiveling to face the entrant. “I have half a mind too… Richard? What are you doing here?” It was not Ben that had entered, but Jason’s colleague, soaking wet and carrying something wrapped in a blanket. “Richard, what’s going on? What is that?”
            Richard did not seem to have heard him, or if he had, he paid Jason no mind as he strode through the lab, carrying his strange burden as he made for the door to the test chamber.
            “What are you doing Richard? Answer me dammit! What is going… oh sweet Lord what happened?” When Richard reached the center of the testing room, he placed the cloaked object down before throwing off the cover. It was all Jason could do to keep from collapsing on the ground as the broken and bloodied body of Elizabeth Blake was revealed to him. Seeing the girl like that was a shock Jason had never expected to experience. It was a long moment before he realized that Richard had joined him in the control room. Jason stared as his colleague began to press buttons on the consoles, causing a slight humming sound to begin. “Richard what are you doing?” His voice came out as a quite whisper.
            For the first time since entering the lab, Richard turned and stared at Jason. There was a look of such anguish and pain on his friend’s face Jason had never seen before. There was something else there as well; determination.
“My daughter,” Richard stopped for a moment, seemingly gathering his composure before starting again. “My daughter, is dead. We, we have a way to fix that now. I can save my Elizabeth.”
As he listened, Jason stared into the face of his friend, a face that he had never seen before. A feverish light seemed to shine from Richard’s eyes that Jason did not like. “Richard, I’m sorry for your loss, Liz was like a daughter to me too, but she’s gone Richard. You can’t bring her back.”
“We brought back the mice, why not my girl?”
“We can’t test on a human! We don’t know anything about the long term effects of this. Richard please, stop this madness.”
“Is it really madness to want your daughter to live?” whispered Richard. With eyes locked on the body of Elizabeth, Richard pressed the button that initiated the machine. The warning lights flashed but neither man moved a muscle. Two sets of eyes were riveted to the body of the girl lying in the test chamber. The humming grew into a buzzing as the machine began to work. The test chamber was flooded with light, causing even Richard to avert his gaze for the three minutes and twenty-seven seconds it took for the machine to run its processes.
Eventually, after the longest three minutes of Jason’s life, the light began to abate. Jason stood staring into the test chamber as Richard ran over to the opening door. The light had faded enough for Jason to see into the room clearly now and when he saw what was in there he nearly fainted. Elizabeth was still there, but where before she had been broken and bloody, now she lay there, body mended, life restored. Jason’s vision blurred as he watched the girl’s chest slowly rise and fall with the deep, easy breaths of sleep.


Oh man that was exciting wasn't it? What will happen next? Will the pair of scientists win the Nobel Prize? What of Elizabeth, how will she cope with this ordeal? Will Margret bake Kyle Evens a cake? Will I massacre the English language even more???? Tune in, next time, for the stunning conclusion of "Restored"

-Me

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