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CHAPTER ONE – Dr Porter
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I send her a sly smile she cannot possibly see through my surgical mask, but she teases me anyway. ”Fairy tale names this time or child movie stars I’ve never heard of.”
”Comedians. A carefully curated list. You’ll like. Amy Schumer’s down in there somewhere. Turn the programming software on and let’s get them moving into place.”
With a pen like tool on a screen that is synced to their specific signal pulse I move the nanorobots into position and when finished I like what I see.
”Moment of truth here coming up, Cassie.”
Her weird magnifying goggles removed she’s back to normal. ”Ready on this end. At your mark.”
”They’re in place and on frequency Q-33.”
”I’ve got them,” she says leaning over an array that beams back a perfect three dimensional spherical shape with extending electro sweeps of a triangle. From optic nerve to optic nerve and deeper inside the brain nuclei the geometry of my specific brain design is active and looking different than I’d expected, but God-like beautiful.
”Removing the probes now, Cassie, because you have control of them on your end.”
”I have them on my end.”
”Send them a burst of 22 efh and let’s see what they do.”
”22 going in now, doctor.”
The web begins to connect itself, nanobot by nanobot, and in seconds the operation is complete.
Quickly I attach two external pulse monitors to our patient’s temporal lobe and flip on a screen. The reading before me is the patient’s real time brain activity supported by the web array deep inside his brain.
A few flashes of electro-cortical activity shoot back and forth and then, his neo-cortex and the front lobes of his brain begin to send back signals of functioning wave patterns.
I sigh with relief.
”Do you want me to close for you doctor?”
”No, I’m going to stay with him awhile and stitch him up. Nice little silk stitches, he won’t even have a scar.”
I lean over him as I work. ”Sergeant, I’d love for you to do me a favor when you wake up and get back on your feet. I have a problem with this foolish President we’ve elected. You military guys probably all voted for him, but here’s the deal since you’ve been in a coma. He’s not right mentally, mister, and he’s going to fuck your world up just as much as he’s going to fuck up mine. So, I need to tell someone important about what I know, but mostly – and this is the important part if you’re listening – the President-elect is going to get much, much worse and never, ever better.” I finish my last stitch and the nurse wipes his incisions with betadine.
I lean against his ear and whisper, ”Remember what I told you.”
Three days later-
A fleet of fast moving black SUVs pulls to a rapid halt in front of the lab and suddenly my office is filled with men and women dressed in black suits with very serious looks on their faces. A black helicopter circles outside my building.
I’m dressed in my riding gear, having just returned from the stable. I don’t speak, but wait to see who’s in command. A few seconds, the slowest moving seconds ever to tick past in my life time, and finally a woman speaks, but not before she locks eyes with me.
”You have information about the health of the President-elect?”
”Really? What’s the helicopter for?”
”It might be your ride.”
”To where?”
”That’s not important at this moment.”
”Are you detaining me? Arresting me?”
A beefy man in the back chuckles. ”We don’t arrest people ma’am, we’re transport.”
”Sure,” I say half heartedly believing him.
The woman in black starts again, ”Dr Porter, do you have information you’d like to share with us about the President-elect’s health, or not?”
”Are you throwing a bag over my head?”
”No you’re riding in the car with me. I’ll be beside you the whole time. You’ll be safe, we just have a few questions we’d rather not go into here.”
”So, the Sergeant remembered?”
”His brother is with military intelligence…a special branch.”
”No name I suppose.”
”None that we’ll offer. You can help us, or not?”
I scribble a note to her: ”Do you believe he’s crazy (which I strike through and add something more like what the neurologist they came for would write) mentally unsound? Perhaps dangerous?”
I pass the note to her.
She nods an affirmative.
Two minutes later I’m in the back of a black SUV speeding through Virginia.
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Hope you enjoyed Chapter One of this science thriller featuring Dr Bette Porter. More to come soon.
Command out!
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Loving this story so far!
Thanks Tee! I’ve got to get Dr Porter all tangled up with the spies and then satisfy her with a date with the journalist. Anything in particular you’d like to see unfold in this thriller?
I love the serious side of Bette as well as her occasional uptightness but I also love when she has fun and turns on that charm that the ladies love so much.
Welcome back Command:
I like very much your story; it is very much your style, I was missing it; the thematic is excellent and I think the story is very promising; thank you so much for bringing this (the topic) here. I will be waiting for a sooner update. Thanks again
P
Dear Proteonomics,
My thanks for your welcome back and appreciation of the complex theme. I’m making plotting notes for the next chapter and beyond.
Very disappointing story.
I’m so happy to see you post again .I love your stories and this looks like its going to be another great story. Please post soon .
Hiya Don70,
It’s enjoyable to get back to fiction writing. I’ve missed it terribly! Feels good to vent through Bette, too. As has been said many times in the American media of late, no one can believe the unravelings of this administration and to write it as a political thriller, no one would believe it. Then I thought – Well, I can come up with something that Bette would enjoy a romp through. Believable or not, I’m delighted you’re enjoying the tale so far!
Thanks for the new story. I’m intrigued because I do believe trump is crazy. Looking forward to more
WKM, Agreed! While on a recent bike ride Trump’s escalating non compos mentis was unnerving to envision so, I gave the case to Dr Porter. We’ll do less brain surgery in the next chapter and more action. So far, we have a brilliant doctor, a black horse, an able trusted assistant and a crush on a TV pundit. I think I can shake and stir that into something interesting!
My thanks for your comment!
Welcome back and wow, with a story involving Bette and a Black horse, both dear to me. That and a Tv pundit who she has a crush on and the Trump character who is crazy and not alone in fiction, is a very interesting mix for a fantastic story!
I am happy that you are back!
Looking forward to the next update!
Nice to see you too!
We’re in sync on Bette needing a dark horse as a friend. I have a wonderful picture of Nightingale we’ll see in the next chapter…coming soon.
I was particularly focused on the breaking news from Capitol Hill yesterday and it couldn’t possibly have been any stranger, except of course today it is!
Upcoming, Doctor Porter has some interesting thoughts on mental psychosis. I hope you’ll find those and more interesting.
You’re back! And with a bang! Looking forward to chapter 2. I think I see how our neuroscientist comes to cross paths with a political reporter. ;)
How clever of you! One hopes their meeting involves a bang as well!
Very, very interesting story, please post more. Okay, how the heck did they know Bette had a theory about the President-elect. She only talked to Cassie about it, then whispered in the man’s ear with him unconscious. I want more of this story. Please post more. Thanks.
Delighted you’re engaged and hoping for more. We go into theories in Chapter Two. I hope you find her delivery amusing. I’ve written most of the next chapter and plan to post before dark CST time.