Purple Lights
“Well there’s a color
lights I never seen before. What kind of lights are those?” I asked, as I
followed them slowly down the road. “Don’t even think about following them.
Never follow the purple lights. I don’t know why, but that’s what my dad always
told me.” Looking back and forth between Charlie and the road, I slowed down.
Her father was a retired cop, and he always knew his shit, so I was going to
listen to her. As I slowed down to turn on my block she said, “Good choice.”
For weeks after that, those lights came across my mind quite frequently.
Things got pretty serious
in the States while I was gone. I was too young to understand the wars going
on, but when we came back from Japan, we ran into some hefty security changes.
Speaking of, it was my day to get microchipped.
Walking through the city
was a lot different from what I remember. Everything was a lot taller, a lot
more- glassier. So modern and sophisticated. I mean don’t get me wrong, you
still had your usual city life buildings, but it just looked different, felt
different. It’s not like I wasn’t used to it though, that’s how Japan was.
I got an eerie feeling
standing in front of the automatic glass doors. People were walking in and out,
and I can see inside everyone looked really- cool. That was the only way to put
it, like “wow, you look like something from a intergalactic space army.” It was
still eerie though. Finally, I decided to walk through the doors, ignoring the
security desk passing the secretaries, and waltzed over to the elevator. I
pressed number seven and shot up to the seventh floor. As the doors opened, a
light came shining in. “I don’t give a shit!” I heard, as I was walking to find
someone to help me. I saw a tall man, and a girl, who seemed pretty pissed, stop
in their tracks and look at me. “Uhm, Hey there. Do you know where I can get my
microchip?” I asked them. “Of course. This young lady right here will help you
out in just a moment,” the man said. She looked at him and huffed off into the
other room. I took a seat and stared out the glass wall into the city. “Next
patient, room 8.” I looked at the ceiling where the voice came from, but I saw
nothing. I walked into the room and sat down in the chair. The door opened, and
along came the really pissed off girl. She walked passed me, set a tray down on
the counter and just stood there with her hands on the counter hunched over
like she was contemplating something or other. “You alright over there?” I
asked her. Her head popped up and I heard a sigh. She turned around and looked
at me. I couldn’t help but to get locked in a stare with her eyes. She finally
looked away and grabbed the tray and walked over to me. She smiled a nervous
half smile. “Yeah, I’m okay. Just roll up your sleeve for me, and give me your right
arm.” Handing her my arm, she stared at the tray. So I looked down at the tray
with her. “So what is this supposed to do now?” trying to make conversation.
Cleaning my skin, she said “It works like a gps incase something happens to
you. It also monitors your vitals.” Very short, very simple. I had too many
questions but I didn’t want to bother her anymore than she was. “Take a deep
breath,” she said. As I was taking my breath, she stood there in a daze. Her
face was puzzled, almost concerned. I was still holding my breath. “I’m sorry,”
she said. “One more breath.” So I took one more, and she pushed the needle in.
I tilted my head to look at her in hopes she would say something. She looked up
at me and locked eyes again for a solid five seconds. She smiled her nervous
smile, looked away and said, “Well that’s it. Just make sure to let your doctor
know if there is any pain or redness after a week and he will direct you back
here and we will take care of it. Have a nice day” and just like that she
walked out.
