Conversation from Secondhand Origin Stories
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General)Transcript
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Isaac gasped as his vision developed sudden spots, Blacks fractured the image in front of him. It was text. Good afternoon Mr Tillman Voss. Isaac was wearing contacts revulsion rolled through him. He wanted to pull them off. He couldn't stand the thought of touching them. Either. The stranger knew he had them or he thought Isaac could. Here the man stood still smiling. He reached into his blazer pocket, producing a little slip of paper. He walked the few paces between them, holding it out a business card before Isaac could read it More. Text crowded the image out. I'm frankly sanski of Luzinski security technologies, sorry if I'm catching you at a bad time, a bad time, Isaac wasn't even wearing pants. How did these contacts end up in his eyes? Where was his family? I heard a while back about what happened to you and I think that's a shame. Just a real shame. Still smiling. Isaac would have punched the guy if he was more confident in his ability to stand up without falling down. There was something off about him, a fakeness that went beyond his over bleached teeth. Isaac took the business card but kept watching the man's face. It didn't move right. Some kind of partial paralysis. And I thought there's a young man I'd like to meet and my lucky day I come to find out you're in this very building when I am. Well, I couldn't pass up an opportunity like that, could I? Uh huh. Right. Isaac didn't know what else to do. So he shook his head. No. Did this guy not know? Isaac lived in this building? How could he possibly not know that? It was sentinel Plaza Lisinski, that name was familiar. The weird smile stretched wider. Great. Glad to hear it because I'm just dying to chat with you about these nah nights of yours, Isaac went cold. The nanites, He must be from the A. P. B. Maybe. He was here to take Isaac away. Isaac felt an irrational urge to check to make sure all his arms and legs were still attached, that they hadn't been replaced with weaker models. He knew better and he was being watched. Now. I already heard that this trial didn't work out. That's why I took the liberty of providing you with some hardware to help us out. In our little chat, he tapped the space next to his eye, looking pleased with himself. Isaac recoiled. He would have assumed that either his parents or a nurse had put the contacts on him. That would have been bad enough. But to think that this random businessman had been touching Isaac while he was either asleep or two out of it to have a say sent a spiky electric chill of his spine. Okay. He had his legs, but it felt that much closer to Jenna's fate. All the same.