Immobile

By A.T. Judge

In twenty two sixty four, the world is perfect. After a crippling third world war, total peace was found. There are no wars, no diseases, and no famine. Cars hover in the air, Cyborgs live peacefully with the human population and the people live off of the Earth. With the United States and United Nations as the power holders, the world is a Utopia. Or so it seems.
In the US capital city of Washington, Virginia, hidden deep within the glass walls of the United States and Nations Building of Scientific Researches; twenty six year old Mira McLaren-Murphy works on Experiment Frozen Mortal. After endless failure, she’s on her last bet- when it finally works.
Hayden Walton went to sleep in two thousand and twelve, and woke up in twenty two sixty four. Left with only confusion, he has no clue to how- or why he was frozen away for more than 200 years.
Together the two will form an unexpected friendship, as both come to realize that their Utopia world isn’t as perfect as it’s portrayed.

• Language: English
• Publisher: A.T. Judge
• Release date: Sep 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310802706

A.T. Judge

A.T. Judge first discovered her love for books in the 1st grade when her teacher had the whole class write a "book" on the ballet they had gone to see on a field trip. From that day on, she couldn't kill the passionate love books and writing. By the 5th grade she wrote her first "Novel" which was a total of 20 notebook pages front and back. The dream of becoming a writer grew from there. Born in California she spent almost 16 years living in the south, from Tennessee to North Carolina. Currently A.T. Judge live in Southern California, is a full time student, and living with her wonderful, supporting family. Including her cat. If she could she would spend all her time at Disneyland, and loves to shop."If you can't be proud of your own work; no matter what happens, how do you expect to excel? Be proud, each piece is amazing in its own way."Contact A.T. at [e-mail] A.T on Scribd: http://www.scribd.com/ATJudge

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Immobile

A.T. Judge

To my dad, for introducing me to the amazing Science Fiction world

To God, for blessing me with this passion

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Part 1

Utopia

C. 1

Log time.

Time logged.

Log date.

Date logged.

Log place.

Place logged.

Log experiment number.

Experiment number logged.

Good… is it all ready?

Yes Ma’am.

Good, good then… begin defrosts Cycle One.

Beginning defrost Cycle One… Cycle One has begun.

The metal mesh creaked and moaned under the light weight of the feet walking on top of it. Dr. Murphy watched through the plated glass windows that lead to the other room. White washed, it was bare, other than the large, coffin-like contraption that rested in the middle of the room. Through the glass top, she could see the ends of the curved metal rings running lengths across the clear glass top. They glowed in a soft orange hue, telling her that they were doing their jobs.

Begin Cycle Two...

Beginning Cycle Two… Cycle Two is in progress.

Her heels clapped against the mesh, her unbuttoned white lab coat flung out around her arms. She stuck her hands into the two front pockets, her black heels never stopping. Her whole career was running on this one, last experiment.

Experiment FM was started centuries before Mira’s time. So far, every scientist who had attempted to continue the project from where it was stopped at the end of its first stage had ultimately failed. If she failed, though she did her best to keep that thought at bay, she would not only ruin her career and name; but Simon’s and her own father. If she ruined either of them, she would never forgive herself.

Begin Cycle Three…

Beginning Cycle Three… Cycle Three had begun.

Mira nodded, her grey eyes staying on the incubator. She removed her hands from her pockets and crossed her arms.

Begin Finale Defrost Cycle.

Beginning Finale Defrost Cycle… Finale Defrost Cycle has begun.

She watched the metal rings as they went from bright red, to a light peach. With a soft, continuous hum that vibrated both rooms, they ran from one end to the next, and then start back; repeating the process. She could see inside the glass top, the fake beaker-tube created green ice, slowly melting away.

Begin Cooling Stage.

Beginning Cooling Stage… Cool Stage has begun. Finale count down has begun, in T-minus thirteen.

Good, get Dr. Severt and Dr. Leath in there, now.

Behind her, in one of the three rows of five, someone pressed a few buttons, the small dings filling the air. Out in the hall she could hear the robotic, female cyborg’s voice ring throughout the tiled halls;

Dr. Severt and Dr. Leath to Level Ten, Dr. Severt and Dr. Leath to Level Ten.

Mira knew that the doctors would need no more information. Her experiment was at Level One, the highest priority that could ever be. Most people would never find out most of the work she would ever do. Not even the President himself knew of her work. Only a small, limited amount of people were a part of Level One, and even less knew what she was doing.

A few minutes later the door slid open behind her, and she heard two sets of footsteps coming towards her. Dr. Severt came up to her left, the short, fat, bald older man with glasses clearing his throat as he did.

Mira.

She turned her head, and they nodded to each other.

Lenard.

To her right came Dr. Leath. The tone, lean woman had her blonde hair pulled back in a low set bun, her glasses sitting on the tip of her nose as she looked down at the small holo-board in her hands.

You ready for us?

Yes, we are in the finale cooling stage. Before it ends I want you in tox-suits, and in there the second the incubator top slides down.

Okay, we will go now.

They both turned, and begun to walk to a left side door that lead to a pre-toxic suit room.

Lenard, Edra?

They stopped, and looked at her. They wore matching lab coats to her, though they were both in their late thirties. She should be taking orders from them. Yet Simon had somehow gotten them to help her.

Thank you… Thank you, both… for everything.

We are only doing our job Doctor. If this works, it will be on you.

And if it does not, it will still be on you. So you better not mess any of it up.

No one in the room needed to speak those words for them to be spoken. Everyone knew it was true. No matter what happened in the end, good or bad, it would all fall on her. And it scared her to death.

T-minus three, Dr. Murphy.

Okay, thank you. You both better get in there.

The two doctors nodded, and with a quick scan of their wrist, the door slid open, and slid closed once they stepped through. Mira turned back to the floor to ceiling windows that lined the whole side of the wall. She stepped over to the phone-size board that was the only thing stuck to the glass. She pressed a bare finger to the middle of the blue screen board.

I.D. Please.

A holo-scanner popped up from the top of the tilted board, the scanner being no bigger than a finger nail. The female voice, a robotic voice different tone than the one in the hall, kept repeating the request for her I.D. She held her left wrist up, and a light-grey scan flew across her wrist.

I.D Scan complete, welcome back, Dr. Mira McLaren-Murphy, Level One clearance.

The scanner popped back down, as a holo screen blinked to life. Little three-D different colored cubes floated around, as if they were really there in front of her. She clicked on a light blue one, pulling it to the left side. It unfolded itself there, transforming into a small grey microphone.

Doctors, are you there? Can you hear me?

Yes, Dr. Murphy.

It was Dr. Severt. Mira clicked on a light peach box, pulling it to her right. From that, multiple little videos screens flew up and across her screening area. She clicked on the pre-tox room; the screen growing as the others shrunk away. The two doctors paced the small room in their baggy, orange and yellow tox-suits. Looking back to the cubes, she clicked on a white one, a clock counting down popped up.

Okay. We have T-minus one; prepare to go in on my cue.

She moved away from the microphone, and looked up to the incubator. The lights on the sides were changing, just as they were supposed to. The doctors, now in their full suits, moved to the de-tox room. A single sliding door, being their only barrier between them and the incubator room.

Okay, turn on air flow, and open vents.

Turning on air flow… air flow is on, and… vents are open.

Okay, unlock the de-tox door, prepare tools, and time.

Doors are unlocked, tools are prepared, and we are thirty seconds and counting down.

Mira leaned back to the microphone, her eyes watching the clock.

Twenty, nineteen, eighteen, seventeen, sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven, ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five…

Okay… Now! Get in there, quickly.

Mira watched as an un-marked door to her far up left slid open. The two doctors stepped out quickly, a small white robotic table following from a small side door that opened. The two quickly walked in, as the incubator’s walls fell; leaving it opened to the scientist.

Walls down, and dim the surrounding lights.

Walls are down… lights are dimming.

The lights in the control room were the first to go down, the ones in the lab room following shortly after. The only lights left full on were the ones that rested over the incubator. Mira leaned her weight back onto her heels, looking at the lights on the incubator.

Vitals?

Vitals are all normal at this point.

Leaning back in, her eyes watched the two doctors get into place. The head piece of the incubator slid down, allowing the table to move over it, as each doctor took one side of the table. Licking her lips, Mira started at the still man.

You may begin.

Starting intentional look over… Skin is pale, but gaining color. This has been found to be normal after long term deep freeze… Nerves seem to be responding fine. Non-harmful electrical shocks are being used to determine strength… Strength level is normal.

Dr. Leath typed everything down, as Dr. Severt slowly looked the near nude man over.

Pupils are slightly dilated, but this is normal… Breathing is fine, and teeth are all intact.

A small moan filled the air, and everyone held their breath. Mira’s voice then over turned the small moan. The two doctors in the room froze at the sound, something so small yet so big. Mira rolled her lips, crossing her arms as she leaned in a tad more.

Continue, Doctor.

Lenard cleared his throat, as he shook his hands nervously.

Okay, continuing… First attempt to wake the patient up… Name?

Hayden Walton.

Okay, continue with first attempt.

Continuing… Hayden? Hayden, can you hear me? Hayden wake up, it is time to get up.

Everyone sat on pins and needles. They had gotten to second attempt with the last, a young teenage girl, before she Failed. No one was for sure why, but for some reason the body reacted negatively to something within the procedure. Each one had been different until an old man, two before, the teenage girl. When they discovered the four levels of defrosting with the thirteen minutes, broken up into two stages of cooling, kept the body from automatically shutting down, Dr. Murphy knew she had found something more than a break through. That was what convinced the Board to allow her to keep on. But ‘only five more, including him, if nothing else improves, the project gets closed. And you, Ms. Murphy, and us, shall have a talk.’

Hayden, can you hear me? Show me that you can hear me.

I wish you would shut up.

Everyone gasped; Edra dropped her holo-board; Lenard fell back a few steps. Mira and everyone else in the control room sat stunned; her arms dropped, along with her mouth. The closest they had ever gotten to something this big was the teenage girl, who blinked, and reached up, touching Dr. Severt’s mask; before her body, begun the, violent, Total Failure shut down.

It was always a horrible sight, the first few videos of the first ever Total Failures were most shocking at a first glance. People could only lie there, as their skin bubbled up over the bone and begun to melt. They didn’t scream; they couldn’t, they were still sleeping, not even getting the chance to wake up or to get past the intentional exam. Seeing the skin and muscle melt away to revile the ivory bones lying beneath, is like a live frame by frame of a body decomposing right in front of you. As time went on, and scientist learned, people made it longer. The first few who woke up, though, still had their skin bubble up and quickly melt away. Those were the worst to Mira, the screams as people scratched at themselves, pulling their own skin and muscles away from the bones until they could move no more. After all that, they were left to lie on what was left of their bodies, screaming in pain until they died or someone was able to get a needle into their brain. Those were the videos; those were the screams, which would haunt Mira for the rest of her life.

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Hayden, do you know where you are?

Lenard stepped back up, and looked down to the man. He placed his sliver tools back on the tray, never moving his face from the young man’s shocked face.

Um, I’m in some white room with two people with suits and shiny shields over their faces.

Hm, okay, very good. How old are you?

Twenty three.

What year were you born?

Nineteen eighty nine.

The month and date?

June eleventh.

Very, very good, make sure you get down that the patient is very respondent.

At that, the patient’s eyes grew wide as he scanned the