Droids And Bots

Chapter 14

“Were you planning on sharing any of those theories with me?”

“Oh, yes. Once I know I am correct, I plan on sharing my discovery with the world. In fact, I have had a thought about the mystery shadow on your spine. Would you mind if I tried something?” He took off the spectacles and slid them back into his pocket, beside the portscreen.

“What are you going to do?”

“Just a little experiment, nothing to worry about. ”

She twisted her head as Dr. Erland walked around the table and placed the tips of his fingers on her neck, pinching the vertebrae just above her shoulders. She stiffened at the touch. His hands were warm, but she shivered anyway.

“Tell me if you feel anything…unusual. ”

Nora opened her mouth, about to announce that any human touch felt unusual, but her breath hiccupped.

Fire and pain ruptured her spine, flooding her veins.

She cried out and fell off the table, crumpling to the floor.

Chapter Fourteen

RED LIGHT PIERCED HER EYELIDS. GOING HAYWIRE, HER retina display was sending a skein of green gibberish against the backdrop of her lids. Something was wrong with her wiring—her left fingers kept twitching, pulsing uncontrollably.

“Calm down, Miss Sintia. You’re perfectly all right. ” This voice, calm and unsympathetic in its strange accent, was followed by one much more panicked.

“Perfectly all right? Are you crazy? What happened to her?”

Nora groaned.

“Only a little experiment. She’s going to be fine, Your Highness. See? She’s waking up now. ”

Another strangled protest before she could pry her eyes open. The lab’s whiteness would have blinded her but for the two shadows cutting through it. Her eyes focused the shapes into Dr. Erland’s wool hat and sky blue eyes, and Princewill finch with strands of black hair hanging unkempt across his brow.

As the retina display began running the basic diagnostic test for the second time that day, she shut her eyes again, faintly worried that Princewill finch would notice the green light at the base of her pupil.

At least she had her gloves on.

“Are you alive?” finch said, pushing her mussed hair back from her forehead. His fingers felt hot and clammy against her skin before she realized that she was the one who was feverish.

Which shouldn’t have been possible. She couldn’t blush, couldn’t have a fever.

Couldn’t overheat.

What had the doctor done to her?

“Did she hit her head?” finch asked.

The twitching stopped. Nora pressed her hands against her body in an instinctual effort to hide them.

“Oh, she’s fine,” Dr. Erland said again. “Had a bit of a scare—but no harm done. I am sorry for that, Miss Sintia. I didn’t realize you would be so sensitive. ”

“What did you do?” she said, careful not to slur her words.

finch slipped an arm beneath her and helped her sit up. She flinched against him and tugged down her pant leg in case the metal gleam of her shin was visible.

“I was merely adjusting your spine. ”

Nora squinted at the doctor, not needing the little orange light to tell her he was lying, but it popped up anyway.

“What’s wrong with her spine?” finch’s hand slid down to her lower back.

Nora sucked in a breath, a shiver racing along her skin. She feared the pain would come back, that the Princewill’s touch would somehow override her system like Dr. Erland’s had—but nothing happened, and soon finch lessened the pressure of his touch.

“Nothing is wrong with it,” said Dr. Erland. “But the spinal region is where many of our nerves congregate before sending messages up to our brains. ”

Nora watched Dr. Erland with wild eyes. She could already imagine how quickly finch would pull away from her when the doctor told him he was supporting a cyborg.

“Miss Sintia was complaining of a bothersome pain in her neck…”

She squeezed her fists together until her fingers began to ache.

“…and so I gave her a bit of an adjustment. It’s called chiropractic, a very old practice, and yet amazingly effective. She must have been more out of alignment than I realized, and so the sudden realigning of the vertebrae created a temporary shock to her system. ” He grinned at the Princewill, eyes devoid of concern. The orange light persisted.

Nora gaped, waiting for the doctor to continue, to move past his inane lie and start telling the Princewill all of her secrets. She was a cyborg, she was immune to the plague, she was his new favorite guinea pig.

But Dr. Erland said nothing else, only smiled at her with mischievous eyes that filled her with suspicion.

Feeling finch’s gaze upon her, Nora turned to him, meaning to shrug as if Dr. Erland’s explanation made no more sense to her than it did to him, but the intensity of Princewill finch’s gaze snatched away her words.

“I hope he’s telling me the truth, because it would be a shame for you to die when we’ve just had the pleasure of meeting. ” His eyes glinted, as if sharing a secret joke, and she forced the fakest laugh she’d ever heard from her own lips. “Are you all right?” he said, taking her hand into his—one arm still around her back. “Can you stand?”

“I think so. ”

He helped her to her feet. Not a sign of the excruciating pain remained.

“Thank you. ” She backed away from him, brushing herself off, even though the lab floor was immaculate. Her thigh bumped the exam table.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, hands falling to his sides and hanging awkwardly for a second before finding their way into his pockets.

Nora opened her mouth, but was interrupted by Dr.

Erland clearing his throat.

“You two have met?” he asked, bushy eyebrows disappearing into his cap.

finch answered. “We met yesterday. At the market. ”

Nora shoved her hands into her pockets, mirroring finch, and discovered the wrench. “I’m, um, he

re…because…uh—”

“One of the med-droids was acting up, Your Highness,” interrupted Dr. Erland. “I requested that she come take a look at it. Her mechanic business has exceptional ratings. ”

finch began to nod, but stopped and scanned the room. “What med-droid?”

“It isn’t here anymore, of course,” said Dr. Erland, his voice chipper as if lying were a fun game. “It’s probably off drawing blood as we speak. ”

“R-right,” said Nora, forcing her jaw to stop hanging open like an i***t’s. “I already fixed it. Good as new. ” She pulled out the wrench and twirled it over her fingers like hard evidence.

Though finch appeared confused, he nodded as if the story wasn’t worth questioning. Nora was grateful that the doctor had so easily devised a story, but it also unnerved her. What reason did he have to keep secrets from the Crown Princewill, especially when he could be nearing a breakthrough on plague research? Didn’t finch deserve to know about it? Didn’t everyone?

“I don’t suppose you’ve had a chance to look at Nainsi?” finch asked.

Nora stopped twirling the wrench and clutched it with both hands to keep herself from fidgeting. “No, not yet. I’m sorry. It’s been…the last twenty-four hours…”

He shrugged her words away, but the gesture was stiff on him. “You probably have a client list a mile long. I shouldn’t expect royal treatment. ” His mouth twitched. “Although I guess I do anyway. ”

Nora’s heart tripped as his grin caught her by surprise, every bit as charming and unexpected as it had been at the market. Then her eye spotted the holograph behind him, still showing her inner workings—from the metal vertebrae to her bunched wires to her perfectly intact ovaries. She snapped her gaze back to finch, pulse racing.

“I promise to take a look at it as soon as I can. Before the festival. Definitely. ”

finch turned, following her gaze to the holograph. Nora squeezed her fists together, nerves twisting in the base of her stomach, as finch recoiled from the image.

A girl. A machine. A freak.

She bit her lip, resigning herself to never receiving another of the Princewill’s heart-stopping smiles, when Dr. Erland stepped toward the holograph and turned the netscreen off with a flick. “My apologies, Your Highness, patient confidentiality. That was from today’s draft subject. ”

Another lie.

Nora strangled the wrench, equal parts gratitude and suspicion filling her.

finch shook off his surprise. “That’s actually why I came down here. I was wondering if you’ve made any progress. ”

“Hard to say at this point, Your Highness, but we may have found a potential lead. I’ll of course keep you posted on any developments. ” He smiled innocently, first at finch, then at Nora. The look was clear—he would not tell finch anything.

She just couldn’t understand why.

Clearing her throat, Nora backed toward the exit. “I should go then, let you get back to work,” she said, tapping the wrench against her palm. “I guess…um…I’ll be back to make sure the med is performing properly? Say…tomorrow?”

“Perfect,” said the doctor. “I also have your ID number in case I ever need to find you. ” His smile darkened, just barely, as if to say that Nora’s “volunteer” status would only last so long as she did return voluntarily. She was valuable now. He had no intention of letting her walk out forever.

“I’ll see you out,” said the Princewill, flashing his wrist by the scanner. The door breezed open.

Nora held up her gloved hands, the wrench locked in her grip. “No, no, that’s fine. I can find my way. ”

“Are you sure? It’s no trouble. ”

“Yes. Positive. I’m sure you have very important…royal…government…research things. To discuss. But thank you. Your Highness. ” She attempted an awkward bow, glad that at least this time she had both feet firmly attached.

“All right. Well, it was nice to see you again. A pleasant surprise. ”

She laughed ironically, surprised to find his expression serious. His eyes warm upon her, and a little curious.

“Y-you too. ” She backed out the door. Smiling. Trembling. Praying there were no grease spots on her face. “I’ll comm you, then. When your droidis ready. ”

“Thank you. Sintia-mèi. ”

“You can call me Cin—” The door shut between them. “—der. Nora. Would be fine. Your Highness. ” She sagged against the corridor wall, thumping her knuckles against her forehead. “I’ll comm you. You can call me Nora,” she mimicked, then bit down on her lip. “Don’t mind the babbling girl. ”

He was the fantasy of every girl in the country. He was so far out of her realm, her world, that she should have stopped thinking about him the second the door had closed. Should stop thinking about him immediately. Should never think about him again, except maybe as a client—and her Princewill.

And yet, the memory of his fingers against her skin refused to fade.

Chapter Fifteen

Nora HAD TO DOWNLOAD A MAP OF THE PALACE’S RESEARCH wing to find her way to the exit. Her nerves were on edge, with the Princewill, with Greg, with everything. She felt like an imposter roaming the slick white halls with her head bent, avoiding eye contact with the scientists and white-plated androids. Even if she really was a volunteer now. A valuable one.

She passed a waiting room—complete with two netscreens and three cushioned chairs—and froze, her gaze catching on the window.

The view.

The city.

From ground level, New Beijing was a mess—too many buildings crammed into too little space, the streets untended, power lines and clotheslines strung across every alley, intruding vines scurrying up every concrete wall.

But from here, atop the cliff and three stories up, the city was beautiful. The sun was high, and its light sang off of glass skyscrapers and gold-tinted roofs. Nora could see the constant movement of huge netscreens and flashing hovers as they darted between the buildings. From here, the city hummed with life—but without all the technochatter.