Part 8 – A New Life (AKA Frank)
My dungeon wasn’t locked this morning. I’m not sure if it’s a good sign or a bad sign. Doctor F, of course, knows I can break out anyway, so perhaps he’s just saving me the trouble. I now see the doctor in a different light and I’m not ashamed to say I was shaking as I climbed the stairs for my appointment.
If you, my fictional reader, remember my last diary entry you would know that I was heading up to meet my fate.
I tentatively knocked on Doctor F’s office door.
“Entre vous,” he answered.
I opened the door, took one step in and stopped.
“No, no, no, come all of the way up to the desk,” he said. “I want to take a good look at you.”
I stood in front of the desk looking down. I’m sure I was blushing. I’m not sure what color the blush turned my face.
“You’ve matured,” the doctor said. “You’re no longer the clumsy, naive creature you so recently were; no longer a puppy just trying to please.” I nodded. “What do you think I am feeling?”
“Anger,” I said.
“Only a few weeks ago you would never believe I could show true anger towards you,” he said.
He was right. I’d spent the evening reading through my notes. I was shocked at how simplistically I had looked at the world.
“In some ways I miss the old Frank,” he said.
I jumped. This was the first time he had used my assumed name.
He watched me closely, his eyes narrowing.
“So, you think I am angry?” he asked. I nodded again. “You are only partially correct. Would it shock you to learn I am also proud of you?”
“Yes sir,” I said. “I know I’ve been sneaking behind your back. But truly, I didn’t mean you any harm. I swear. I just want to find out more about the world. I want to join it. Since I can’t physically be out in the world I was trying to do it virtually.”
“I know,” the doctor said. “I totally understand. Since the day you became aware you were curious. It’s your best trait. You’re also remarkably intelligent. Don’t look surprised, I really think you are.
“Last night I told you that one of the greatest hackers on Earth couldn’t figure out what you did to my computer,” he continued. “It truly is amazing what you did just to chat on line and post on social media; utterly remarkable.”
He leaned back in his chair and braided his fingers together.
“So, what am I to do with you?” he asked.
“Don’t look like a frightened rabbit,” he said. “After all of this time I’m not going to un-make you. No, I have something that is both kinder and more sinister in mind. I’m going to put you to work.”
My jaw dropped. I know I looked like the only half together creature I once was, but I couldn’t help it.
“I have need for some computer work,” Doctor F said. “I was working with my hacker friend but I think you’re a better choice. I’m also going to develop a fuller, richer learning plan. You obviously have too much time left over from the old one and have used that time to get yourself into trouble. As payment for your work I’ll help you make your room more comfortable.”
“Really?” I asked.
“Really,” he said. And then I was witness to a rare sight. The doctor smiled.
So I’m sorting through a stack of books and filling my new shelves. I have my laptop fired up. I’m ready for work!
I wonder what the doctor wants me to do?