TO CUT A TURNING TAIL

68). HOOKED

Jon stops at a door; it is filled with electronics and all the science stuff you can think of. Of course, it is Hook's lab. He glances at the transparent gap of the door with anger. Hook notices him from a holographic screen and startles for a minute. She looks at the gate and shouts, "hey buddy! Come in" she telepaths "just don't eat me". 

Her tone is as simple as possible, undecipherable to her tone. She herself gets up; she is wearing a black jumpsuit with a white normal belt. She has a blue flash memory card in her hand. She hands it over to the white-robed gentleman. "It is a memory of Connell she saved as her best conversation with Jon. And stated that you were at a normal speed for the first time." "I'll see it in your room only, I have to talk to you after that," he says in his slow, angry tone with that melancholy face. Without saying a word, she gestures him in.

A hologram appears in front of them. It is the last day they spent together, the day Connell confronted some non-human humans and had a little heart-felt conversation with them because of overpressure. I mean, she had to clear the air.....

They are both sitting on the floor, everyone else is asleep. Taking their last periods of sleep. Jon can fall asleep anytime unlike a human, the sad fact is he got feelings and he needs to contour them with some moral support. None of them are talking. He wants to raise a boring conversation. That's when he realizes Connell is awake, he walks to her and sits beside her. "Hey, you know, I think you look like Jay Feist", he states. Connell is amused, "interesting," she remarks with a nod and that bewildered in a funny way- frog like face.

 "Well, I came to this conclusion in this way", with his slow tone, he actually thinks he sounds rude and he doesn't want to be that way be with her at this peak-like moment. So, he starts talking fast which turns to a normal pace, "You know, I just looked at Acker, and strangely, there was a poop like....um animal excreta, which resembles his robes orange color and his face fill in a part of the image somehow. And I just wondered if it was donkey excreta coz that's the only animal excreta I ever saw. And if you think about it, just imagine how cool a donkey would look with Acker's haircut as its mane. And then, it reminded me of a caricature I saw of these two politicians."

 "What are caricatures?" she asks with curious folded hands. She suddenly remembers about it, "OH! I remember what they are. Yeah, we were taught about them. right?" Jon nods, though he doesn't remember something like this but just remembers they were taught something like that. "So, there was this caricature of a queen with her donkey. That I was reminded of...and I remembered about how that queen, that is Jay Feist, looks similar to you." His speed was as if 0.75 was increased to normal. Though this was one explanation that could've been much sarcastic if he hadn't rushed it. But maybe because of that reason, it was better this way.

The hologram disappears. Jon smirks and then turns to Hook without care, "Hey, why do you store someone's memories? Don't you think that's rude. I don't like the idea man", he questions in a frosty voice. 

"There is something referred to as advocacy. There are things like fakeness. Just think, if I had the memories of people from the past, or Mr. Anbu's. I could've shown them to people in a brainwashing sense and I know how to do it. Trust me, I often hoped for that idea to work. But they are human mindsets, changing the weak blood cells to slightly stronger ones and yet keeping the virus inside, not knowing how many more viruses there can be when it's just the start of the body development means there is a good probability that the kid won't grow up well. Only if the probability was better and I had more confidence in it because it would have been something I would be an expert in, I would have done it."

 "And oh, if you go to the past, you'd realize how much memories are worth. They can change the course of action for anything. Because they are true." "Unlike you", Jon comments with a stern look. Hook shrugs, signaling him to go on. So, Jon does, with a graveness stomping his face and his voice becoming heavier like a robot, "I don't know, but if I see someone's memories, I might actually believe that stimulated feelings are far better than baked feelings. But some call them half-baked. Memories? I am fortunate I can do a lot of things like I won't feel hot if I jump into a hot water tub. With the effect of feeling, I can actually modulate the temperature tolerance for me! And I'm thankful to find out that I can experience such a two-sided life. And I'm not being sarcastic here!". 

Hook sighs and slowly utters, "you know it's like that. You experience something for a while. Like, you observe the moves of your enemy for a while, bearing the cuts just because you don't think about attacking. And then suddenly, the weapon hits you hard with the resembling move as one that would have given you a cut. After a while, it becomes a habit. After a while, everything starts becoming a habit. You start thinking more precisely about them. One example which you would be more familiar with, a child experiences the same things in their family and society's aura once they become a teenager. It's just that now they start to understand their fatal mistakes better, and then comes the next layer, when you become an adult and start dodging fatal injuries better. Then it depends on you in the next layer if you will or will not be able to do so. The end depends on the most on that layer, you realize them all but loose. You had realized them so now you can play your winning stroke. That is, you become an elder, you either regret the past or have some more fun." Jon is deadpanned, "I did not understand what relation a combat has to life......" he realizes what she meant, "ok, shut up," he says in his slow blunt voice.

He moodily says, "you know, there is something similar between past and present. You represent it the most. Elders, parents, the respect they are brought by the youngsters is so bad that a kid can not even go against them that easily. Till they reach your 'teenage'. A kid never owes to the parent, the parent owes to the kid because they gave birth to the child for their personal bliss. It is their responsibility to make the kid pitiless. A kid's only responsibility comes in when the parents fulfilled theirs with all their heart. But, let me tell you, a parent used to force their opinions on kids for the betterment rather than explaining them things. And how are you different from them? You jostled everything into us mindlessly and then thought that we would be happy with it. And then, you cry...." he says in a pitifully hurt voice.

 "I gave them feelings so they never feel different from their surroundings and feelings that would never make them evil." He shrugs over how dumb her decisions were. "You owed us for we were your inventions. And are you this dumb you really thought I wanted to be revived? I would want to die more than them because you gave me a gift with a curse. You couldn't even make it that decently." "Jon, it's energy" cries Hook.

 "It's energy.... what about the great ton of nuclear energy you can produce? Oh right, a world by Mr. Anbu, we are his bad upbringings, and we also have to bear his restrictions." Jon gets up and starts walking away, "his bad upbringing killed a child. A human!" shouts Jon. "Where are you going?" telepaths Hook. "I have to wash something. And find someone. Return it something".

He stops at the gate and asks, "by the way, is Deva real?". A weak but proud smile comes on her face and with demeanor, she answers, "we used our ancestor Anbu's saying here, that if you feed something to a kid from their birth, they would always believe it deep down inside even if the entire world tried to change it for them. He fed the entire world morals he believed would make a difference and a more fulfilling world. 

Similarly, we fed you that you were born with a curse and ability so now it's our duty to protect you. I am sorry but ultimately you were products of Burma, he created you with the help of Deva, a superhero robot. And we faked a story and brainwashed you with it just so you could be like the six warriors. Kyle was something I never created. Meera brought you all in, Kyle's like Samantha, Kamaya, Lovi, and Acker were my creation, you see, our world doesn't have the energy to harbor many powerful robots.

 Kyle's like you, Larriel, and Primus were the creation of Deva and Burma. Yes, Burma was always helping you all. There is something about the past that comes unknown to me, but I know this truth and I tell you this." Jon stays stationary at his position, "I didn't get the answer" he says. 

"Yes. Deva exists, he is a robot who was created by Cook. My mother. But he travelled back to the past after establishing the Harinskis colony. And yes, there were rogue robots without emotions named zetai and Palmer. Deva was one such, just that he didn't instill rogue feelings in the wrong direction. Thank you" she reveals in an exasperated tone. Jon dully smiles and says, "thank you" he sluggishly leaves the place.

Jon is running over with these jumpy shoes from one bar to the other at full pace. Shoot! Jon hears it, his eyes squint to the back and he sees the bullet passing his nape. He falls to the ground. 'I don't want to be revived" he says. His skin starts turning pale and the teleporting tunnel shimmers.... vanishes. Jon's body comes to view, he had been running into the forest from his favorite spot at his favorite hill point. Far away at a distance is.... Zenith. No, he is just wearing a suit similar to what Zenith was when he was in a den with Jon and Acker. He has a specialized sniper with those fluorescent highlights decorating its barrel.