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Saturday, March 10, 2012

The Base Humanity Integration Project Ep4

I've had a bad past couple of days. But now I got better(better than bad, but I'm still not perfect, talking to the doctor on Monday about the meds I'm on) I was better enough to write the next episode of The Base Humanity Integration Project. If you don't remember the previous episodes, refresh by re-reading the old blog posts. I know after two days of reposted stories from my archives could have made your memory a bit foggier on this story series. Anyway, I hope you enjoy!


The Base Humanity Integration Project
Episode 4: The Letter

          A cyborg child with steel feet did a slam dunk into a basketball hoop fifty feet into the air. The other cyborg children attempted to steal the ball away from him and replicate his move. Allen didn't notice them keeping score. He didn't care for any sport besides soccer. He thought the ball must have been reinforced somehow to withstand the force the cyborgs were slamming it with.
         At least the trees in the park looked normal. The sap from the trees looked like tears, he thought that maybe they were uncomfortable in the cyborg world like he was. Just by sitting there he attracted odd looks. A base human such as himself seemed like an obnoxious splatter of black on the uniform canvas of the cyborg world. He remembered how little Jessica thought his skin looked sick.
          “Hey clear-face.” Jacob Samson said, little bits of black plastic lined his jaw and tore the air as he spoke. The entire family decided to take him to the park as a welcoming present. “You're handler's here. I hope he's here to take you back.” Allen turned, diverting his attention from his food to Mr. Woods who sat at the table gently.
         “You must be tired Mr. Ross.” Woods knelt backwards, his penny colored skin reflecting the Sun like a sword would. “What with adjusting to your new family, and all their,” Woods then turned to Jacob and gave him a glare, “eccentricities.” His bright yellow eyes glanced all around the table, checking out each individual family member. Woods then pulled out a small, yellow envelop. “Now then, you know that its difficult to get things in and out of the borders of your country considering the volatile political situation but fortunately according to The Base Humanity Integration Project policy you can receive letters. So here you go.” Woods held out the letter to Allen. Jacob then grabbed the letter straight from Wood's hands, ripped the envelop open and read it to himself. The cyborg's eyes zipped across the paper, reading it in seconds. The cyborg's expression turned blank before he handed the letter to Allen. “Here,” he stopped for a quick moment. “Clear-face.” Allen read the letter to himself.
             “Dear Allen,
              How are you dear? It's Mom. We're holding in pretty good with the financial aid we got because of your enrollment in the government program. The aid's helping us a lot and getting Anne her treatment. Be sure to tell that family their really helping us out. Dad and Mr. Smith lost their jobs to some of the military cyborgs, so we're giving some of our aid to the Smith's to help them get by. The cyborg government's takeover been hard on us, they've taken over a lot of roads and schools. I hope they've been good to you, I heard that The Base Humanity Integration Project is the best thing the government did when they took over. The Smith's are hesitant to send their girl over there, could you write us back telling us how it is? Things are as usual with us, though the cyborg government has been crowding the roads, so the only restaurant is the old, worn down burger joint down the road. Dad walks through the government barricades to get to the grocery store for us, he's met some of the cyborgs and said they're really nice. Sometimes they help him carry the groceries to our home. Are the cyborgs over there nice to you? We all give you our best wishes and want to hear back from you really soon.”

And at the bottom of the letter were three signatures. One from Allen's father, one from his mother, one from his brother and one forged one of his sister's. Anne had lost the ability to write when her condition worsened, so Allen's Mom had to write for her.

“Thank you Mr. Woods.” Allen put the letter into his pocket.

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