VI
Who was the girl Lorcan called? How did he know anyone
besides Niamh? The machines stayed to themselves, despite Lorcan’s
ever-increasing desire to be human. The built in belief that they were
different should’ve prevented any cooperation with humans.
The
Archivist picked up the read-outs and looked over them skeptically. They
were showing an increase in hormones and a slight evolution in biology.
A shake of the head and a crumpling of the read-outs didn’t ease the
uneasy feelings. Evolution, of any kind, was not something seen in the
experiments before. And there had been dozens of “Lorcans” over the past
century. There had been even more “Niamhs” over that century and none
had shown the promise this one was.
The Archivist turned back
toward the monitors. The picture was oddly fuzzy and there was a buzz of
static. A glimpse of the girl with silver eyes flashed across the
screen just before the whole system shut down. There was a spark and one
of the terminals began to smoke. The system shuttered as it tried to
reboot, but the smoke became worse.
The Archivist moved quickly
to put out the flames and secure the important data. As everything began
a second attempt to reboot, the Archivist saw the girl again.
There had been many Lorcans and Niamhs, but there had been only one Kean.
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