The Know 9

"We have to get ready NOW! They will be here soon!" I said grabbing his hand with my left hand and pulling him up from the couch.

"Hey wait a minute." He said pulling free.

"You hand feels normal when you grabbed me."

"That’s because it’s my left hand it has artificial skin. See?" I took off my glove to show him.

"Remember the first time we met? I shook your hand, because you extended your left hand; and in the elevator I didn’t because you wanted me to shake your right hand. Which has no skin." I said talking fast so we wouldn’t miss the escort. He didn’t respond, so I grabbed him again and pulled him to the elevator entrance.

"Wait let me grab my gun!"

"Do you really think they will let you bring a gun in the New White House?" I said annoyed. This time I grabbed his arm with my right hand to ensure he wouldn’t pull from my grip again.

We got into the elevator and I let go of his arm.

"Ow!" he said grabbing his left arm as I let go.

"Oh I almost forgot, here put these on." I handed him a pair of sunglasses like mine.

"What’s this for?"

"It will record your thoughts and anything that happens to you. Before you ask why; it’s so we can record what happens when we get to the New White House for evidence."

"Evidence?"

"Yes, evidence."

"Normally I would upload the tapes onto my computer but I can’t risk this information getting to the GSS." I said reaching into my pocket and pulling out the tape from yesterday on the bus, to show him.

"Are there anymore plans I should know about?"

"Yes, we have to destroy the memory chip inside your brain, before the GSS is repaired, so they can’t get any information from you."

"What? How are we going to do that?"

"Well for now we can mask it, they GSS will continue to overlook your thoughts until you think of something that could harm or be useful to the government. So for now I’m not going to tell you my plans."

"Especially when they find out your with me." I added.

"Seems fair enough." He said placing the glasses on his face.

Clearly he did not want to join me in my fight, and I could see that he wasn’t sure he even wanted to know my plans. I stepped back to lean against the side of the elevator. He remained unmoving, hands in pockets, he stared down at the glass floor.

Well then I will just have to show him… then he will want to fight. I’m going to have to show everyone…

The elevator finally reached the last floor and we stepped off.

"Do you think they will let me come?"

"Don’t worry about it. Lets start walking towards the New White House, I’m sure they will find us some how."

"It looks like they got the GSS back up." He said pointing across the street to where the trolley use to be.

"That’s exactly why they will find us."

"Wow, the streets are so empty, I never noticed it before."

"That is the product of conformity, and fear, my friend." I let it sink in before continuing. I could feel this was going to become a huge speech on my part. Rage and excitement swirled around inside me combining to form a burst of energy. I could finally tell someone, finally share my opinions with someone. It’s been so long since I’ve talked to a real functioning human. Too long…

"Before I start on a rampage here, let me ask you one question. Does this feel right to you?"

"Well, uh… I guess it feels normal to me… but I guess I don’t… feel that… it’s right."

"Of course I can’t expect you to understand immediately, because this is world what you grew up with. I on the other hand remember a time when there were people everywhere, riots, formed in front of the New and Old White Houses." I squinted trying to make the images more clear inside my mind.

"I suppose these images were placed inside me by the government. My theory is they were trying to make me see how the people need the government and disorder and revolution should not be tolerated. Unfortunately for them that is not how I interpreted the images."

"Now there are another set of images within me that are very different, they show how the government was made and all the past presidents. They show a history that has been lost, a history that people will not remember, because it is no longer taught in schools. I’m not sure why these images are in my head, maybe it was an accident, because these memories, do not send the same message as the previous ones. They tell me to start a revolution." I stopped there to let him soak it in, but making sure not go say anything further about the revolution. I could feel the anger begin to rise once more.

"The people should control the government!"

"Schedules, False Information, Secrets, Power, Greed, War… Control. Murder by police! The people who were meant to protect us! Kill!" I took a huge breath and before he could speak I started again, talking fast and with force.

"OUR OWN GOVERNMENT programmed people to believe the world is going to end in 5010. It’s because of those memory chips! If you remember, which you probably don’t, the world was supposed to end last year too, but they reprogrammed all of you to think it was in another couple years. It’s a sick way to keep control over everyone! Well let me tell you now, something going to end and its not going to be the world! I COULD CARE LESS if they hear me right now!" I felt my head twitch to the side, as everything inside of me tensed.

"NOW… Now tell me if you sincerely think its right!" I said gritting my teeth. My right hand was curled into a fist while I rubbed my fingers together with my left. I knew I looked insane.

Before he could answer a black limo pulled up next to us, and the doors opened automatically. I got in and Riley walked around to the left side. The interior was exquisite, chrome ceiling, tan leather seats and enough room in the middle to put a table. Riley plopped down next to me; his eyes were wide with amazement. The limo jerked forward and we began our trip. I looked toward the front of the vehicle to see who our driver was, but there was a sheet of black glass conveniently placed behind the two front seats.

"I feel like I haven’t seen another person in years." Riley said as if he read my mind.

"That’s what happens when you don’t follow the schedule." I said picking up a note that was on the floor.

"What’s it say?"

"Thank you for accepting my invitation. I hope you are both comfortable for we have much to discuss. You will notice a remote to your right please click the green button. Thank you."

"He knows I’m with you."

"Then it’s a good thing you stayed with me, because who knows what they would have done to you if you had gone home last night. Especially if they heard the conversation that took place." I said under my breath, hoping that he heard me. He must have because he moved uncomfortably in his seat.

"Well, go ahead click the green button."

I picked up the remote and clicked the button without hesitation. The floor opened up and a flat screen TV slowly rose from the split. The screen flickered on perfectly as if the GSS had never had a mechanical problem. Suddenly a shadow covered face appeared on the screen.

"Hello number 11 and friend." The mystery voice said.

"I am Cathal leader of "ProRights" or better known as PR. Luckily I got to you two before the "Supreme One" did." He said over exaggerating the title "Supreme One".