Just a ghost girl

Mind controlling

I was probably crazy for not disappearing from the intruders. But since I wasn't in any danger it was quite fun to see where this would lead. Although I wasn't sure where should I take them. I couldn't just make up that the original control room was under construction so the temporary control rooms were located downstairs (where I had last seen our units patrolling.)

There was also the possibility that my people knew that the intruders were after the control rooms so there would probably be a lot of units waiting there for the intruders to show up. So maybe the smartest move would be to lead the intruders directly to the control room 

"What's your name?" the leader asked suddenly.

We had walked in silence so far so I was taken by surprise when he suddenly asked me the question. For a moment I hesitated, but there wasn't really a reason to hide my name.

"Anna," I said and asked automatically, "Yours?"

The other men looked to be very nervous but not the leader. He even gave me a smile with his answer.

"Dylan".

The name sounded familiar like I had heard it before. I just couldn't remember anyone with that name on our base. Maybe I had forgotten about the other person or there was someone with a similar name. I didn't think about it too much since I had had a lot of these familiar-sounding things after my memory loss.

"You seem to be a very nice person Anna." Dylan said next, "Why are you so willingly helping punch of rebels?"

It was a difficult question. I put a small smile on my face to buy some time before I had to answer. I didn't think I was really helping them out. There were other purposes for my actions. First I had tried to save Rebecca and now I was just trying to lead them somewhere where our units could capture them. So I wasn't really helping them out, was I?

"Well, I'm quite a rebel myself also," I answered, "I tried to run away a couple of months ago and I'm under a very strict supervisor now. I don't really like him or the way he treats me so I like to cause him as much harm and stress I could."

Someone had once said to me that the best lie was as close to the truth as it could be. That way you have a story behind it, it's easier to remember and you didn't get caught so easily of it. It would really be fun o see Nicolas's face after this. Maybe I would finally be able to make him angry. It would really save my day if he was red like a tomato.

"I run away from my  Base when I was eleven," Dylan answered, "Why did you try to run away?"

Oh, so he used to be a base citizen some time ago. I looked at Dylan. He was wearing a mask that I could only see his green eyes so it was hard to tell his age. He was definitely older than me maybe the same age as Nicolas so 10 years older than I. It meant he had been a rebel for some time now.

I didn't know much about rebels. It's not like they teach of them in school. All I knew was that they existed, invaded Bases, stole stuff, kidn*pped people, and many other bad things. But since they were called rebels and not outsiders they probably were against something that the bases represented. 

"To be honest," I answered after a time that felt like an eternity, "I don't remember. I got hit by very hard when I was caught and now I suffer from some memory loss."

Even in my own head, it sounded very suspicious. Although it probably always sounded suspicious when you answered you couldn't remember a thing. 

"Are you sure it is a memory loss?" some other rebel asked.

I turned to look at the person that had asked the question since I felt confused. If you couldn't remember stuff didn't that mean you suffered a memory loss. Could there be some other diagnosis?

"Bases have technology that can meddle with people's memories," Dylan said, "It might be that they wiped your memory."

That didn't feel like it was possible. I looked at Dylan and the other rebels. They seemed quite normal even though they sounded like lunatics. Why would anyone want to meddle with my memories? Sounded to be a very harsh method for some run-away teenager. And what would the base gain for wiping my memories? If they haven't wiped the memories of everyone else the truth would come out eventually wouldn't it.

It was better not to give them any comment so I just shrugged my shoulders. I didn't want to end up in an argument with people who had strong beliefs. They were rebels probably because they thought that bases controlled people's minds and stuff like that. Of course, I didn't know if technology like that existed or how it would feel that part of your memories had been wiped away. But I was quite sure I had only a memory loss because my mind was foggy and I could remember small details of last year.

For example, I could remember attending a funeral. I just couldn't remember whether it was some close to me or someone's cat that had died. My grandparents were either alive or been dead a long time and Matteo was my only good friend so it couldn't have been anyone too close. Maybe some distant relative, who knew. I could also remember having a picnic in the park but the faces of other people were blurry. It might have been some kind of class trip or something. Matteo had been there, I could remember him very clearly.

We walked in silence, which made the situation more nervous than before. A little bit chit chat made you forget the real situation you were in. Now it hit me again that I was leading punch of rebels to the control room because my ingenious plan was that there would probably be a lot of security there. Nicolas would shut me down immediately when he heard about this. I wondered how Matteo would feel. It hadn't been even a day he has asked me to behave and here I was showing the way to the rebels. But for my defence associating with rebels haven't been on the long list Nicolas had had of things I should not do. Although he had only read half of the list for me, I was still pretty sure that the unread part didn't include any mention of rebels. 

Then we arrived at the emergency stairs that would lead us to the next floor. The only problem was that I was in front but couldn't open the door. What was I suppose to do now? We weren't that far from where Rebecca was left unconscious. They might go back to pick her up if they found out that I was just a ghost. I needed to be clever about this. Somehow I needed to let at least one of the men go first without anyone trying to touch me or thinking it was some kind of setup.