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“What is this Bonjoe?” Karil says; her gaze transfixed on the large room. A lone chair and device stand in the middle of the perfectly smooth obsidian black floor. The walls form a perfect circle and are of the same black material as the floor and ceiling. A small red light flashes on the device in front of the chair in the center of the room.

“I don’t know but it’s definitely pre-cataclysm.” Bonjoe steps past her with cautious uncertain steps. His mind is unable to make sense of the room. The construction and shape keep the mind off balance and the utter darkness of the surfaces make it difficult to judge if the floor is flat or even there at all. There is light in the room but no sign of where it comes from, as if the very room itself is glowing in a barely visible part of the spectrum.

“Be careful,” Karil suddenly breaks her statuesque silence and walks after him. He reaches the chair several paces ahead of her and begins to inspect the device in front of it.

“I think it’s a…computer.” Looking at the panel the lone red light flashes between two small alcoves the size of human hands. “Karil, shine the light over here.” He says as he runs his hands over the smooth black surface of the device. The red flashing appears to emanate from below the surface of the device and placing first his finger then his hand over it he is still unable to keep the light from flashing into view. Karil switches the light on her jacket sleeve on and points it at the device. The device seems to almost consume the light giving no reflection or hint of its composition.

“In here,” Bonjoe says pointing to one of the small alcoves on each side of the flashing red light. Karil moves the light toward the alcove and they are able to see there is a vague shape to the alcoves.

“It looks like it’s made for a hand.” Bonjoe says and moves his hand into the alcove but it is too small for him and his thumb sticks out. “A hand smaller than mine.”

“Let me try.” Karil says and sits down in the chair. Bonjoe fails to notice that as she does she becomes rigid and her eyes seem to glaze over.

“It might be dangerous.”

“Yes it is.” She says cryptically, the tone of her voice changing slightly. “But it must be done.” All emotion has suddenly drained out of her voice and her gaze is again transfixed, this time on the flashing red light. The regular rhythm of the flashing begins to change into an irregular pattern as Karil reaches forth with her hands and touches the edge of the device.

“I don’t think this is such a good idea Karil.” He grabs her wrists and tries to pull them away from the device but is unable to move them as if they are held in place by an unseen force. “Karil? Karil!”

Her hands silently slide across the surface of the device and into the alcoves. The red light stops flashing and turns to a solid green. Instantly the walls of the room jump to life. Hundreds of images begin to flicker across the screen. One section of images show scenes from their life; the day Bonjoe found Karil sitting in the lower level of a burned out white stone building outside of town with no memories of who or where she was, the day he first took her to the shop, the one and only kiss that they shared, the day they went skinny dipping in the old reservoir on the outskirts of town, the fight with Tomar from just the other day, hundreds of images from their lives together, all seen from a god’s eye view. Other sections of the walls show a myriad of images from pre-cataclysm days; what the city must have looked like before it was destroyed, other cities larger than theirs, big white stone buildings with strange symbols on them, flying devices, rolling devices, devices that Bonjoe can’t even begin to comprehend. Strange images people talking; a man with big ears and gray hair, a man with something wrapped around his head, a man with a military type hat, a man with no hair, a woman with a gun pointed in the air.

Suddenly the entire front section of the room goes blank except for a small section of flashing green line. The letter moves to the right and an image is left in its wake. Then it moves again and again and Bonjoe realizes that it is leaving letters behind it. The letters say

H E L L O...K A R I L...S E V E N . . .
W E L C O M E...B O N J O E...P R I M E . . .

Bonjoe is more confused than he has ever been. He stares at the words on the screen until recognition of his name slowly settles in. He spins to look at Karil but her eyes are blank and dull though they emit a soft white light. He tries to pull her hands from the device but the alcoves have molded around her wrists making her one with the machine.

“Karil! Stop this!” The green line jumps to life again on the front wall.

T H E R E...I S...N O T H I N G...T O...F E A R...B O N J O E...P R I M E

Y O U...H A V E...B E E N...C H O S E N...A S...A N...A G E N T...O F...
T H E...R E S T O R A T I O N

Beneath the words the wall displays images of some sort of a machine being assembled. Bonjoe is compelled to move forward and watch the images. Slowly the machine begins to take a form similar to a human. Then it is submerged in a container filled with a viscous red fluid. After a short time the machine is raised out of the fluid. As it rises Bonjoe can clearly make out toes, breasts, a face…the face is familiar to him but he can’t quite understand why. Slowly hair begins to grow on the head, eyelids, eyebrows and pelvic area. The eyes open and the machine sits up and faces Bonjoe.

At that moment recognition dawns on him and his eyes go wide as he mouths her name.

K A R I L

Note:
I am out of town until Sunday...so you all must wait until then for the continuation. Sorry, but I must work to pay the bills.