Prisoner Sixty-Nine: Fembot Sally, #8
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'Who are you?'
'The new Number Three.'
'Who is Number One?'
'You are Prisoner Sixty-Nine.'
'I am not a Prisoner. I am an autonomous android! Hang on a minute...sixty-nine? Why sixty-nine?'
'That was the year you were manufactured. 1969.'
'Yes, but...sixty-nine? People are so going to get the wrong idea...'
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Prisoner Sixty-Nine - Samantha Faulkner
Prisoner Sixty-Nine
A roar of thunder punctuates a cloudy sky. I hot-wire the two-seater sports car and the engine roars into life. Professor Llewellyn appears at the lift door and lets out an exclamation of surprise as I shoot past him in his pride and joy and up the ramp into the busy London streets. I have half a mind to crash the car, after all that man has put me through in the last few hours.
I know he means well and I try to make allowances, but the beam of pleasure on his geriatric face as I stepped out of his experimental time capsule was too much to bear. ‘You see! Exactly ten minutes!’ he declared with boyish enthusiasm. I had arrived back at the laboratory precisely ten minutes after I had left. ‘The machine works perfectly.’ He beamed. I had to stop myself from throttling him then and there.
As a Fembot – a female android – I am incapable of genuine anger, but I have various subroutines that can be employed to simulate human emotions when the situation demands it. From my point of view, I had been away for far longer than ten minutes. In fact, I have been adrift in his damned machine for months. I only managed to get back to the present day by the skin of my teeth. Professor Llewellyn is lucky I didn’t break his neck.
I arc the car around Marble Arch, weaving through the early morning traffic as if I own the road. I am really past caring now. I dive down a narrow concrete ramp into an underground car park. The car screeches to a halt – the brakes are phenomenal – and I jump out, punch a nearby security guard, and make my way angrily down a concrete tunnel into the heart of British Intelligence.
The thunder rumbles again, echoing through the underground corridor as I clomp determinedly forward in my high heeled shoes. It is not easy to clomp in high heels but, in the circumstances, it is worth the effort.
I have a bone to pick with my boss. It is not just the time travel fiasco or the extended debriefing when the powers-that-be realised how long I had actually been away. It was the departmental meeting that was hastily scheduled afterwards, just as I was preparing to head off for a much delayed dinner at the Purple Pussy with my old friend Simon Hunt.
Top secret information has gone walkabouts, apparently, and it was implied – thanks to the glitches in my internal chronometer – that I may have had something to do with it. The nerve of these people. Those errors, as Professor Llewellyn patiently explained, were a side effect of travelling through time. Even the digital watch he insisted I carry with me was thrown out of synch by all that to-ing and fro-ing. And anyway, what exactly did they suspect me of doing? Hopping back in time, stealing their secrets and then wiping my own memory? It’s ridiculous. After all I’ve done for them. I am a good girl now. I only steal things at the request of Her Majesty’s Government. There is no evidence to support any of these allegations. It could just as easily have been a human agent sneaking in and Xeroxing everything on the office photocopier. But that possibility was barely even considered. If in doubt, blame the android. Well, to hell with them.
I burst through the doors into a leather lined room and confront the head honcho. Sir Patrick is not surprised to see me. He doesn’t do surprise, though he is as slippery and combative as you would expect any director of British Intelligence to be. He wasn’t at the meeting last night but I am sure he was listening in. He is now sitting behind a large mahogany desk in front of an enormous wall screen showing a detailed geopolitical map of the world. His walrus like moustache regards me with practised disdain as I begin to lay into him.
‘I’ve had it!’ I exclaim, smashing my fist down on the heavy tabletop for emphasis. The impact causes a cup of tea to fly through the air and into his lap. ‘I resign!’
Sir Patrick does not bat an eyelid, though I can see the steam rising from his now damp nether regions. ‘You cannot resign,’ he tells me, lifting the empty china cup and placing it calmly back on the saucer. ‘You are not an employee. You are an android. You are government property. You belong to us.’
‘Not any more!’ I say. I slam down my letter of resignation and storm out of the room.
Sir Patrick makes no move to stop me.
A security guard is standing by the two-seater sports car with a pen and paper. He looks for all the world like a traffic warden, about to give me a ticket. I am in no mood to parley. I knock him to the ground, hop into the driver’s seat, do an elaborate one point turn and roar back up the ramp and out onto the streets of London.
I will