The Beginning

 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.