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The Great Escape
The Banana Splits...
"Izzy"
Man did that hurt. I was dreaming about a banana split before I saw lightning strike down and splash it everywhere. It became a nightmare, and I woke up screaming, panting, then I saw Nikk and Bailee, looking at me weird, “Did it hurt that bad?” Nikk asked.
“My- my banana boat…” I started sleepily.
“She’s still out of it,” Bailee said, “What were you dreaming about?”
“A banana split… then it got struck by lightning…” I yawned, “Wait, what am I doing in here?”
“Took care of your chip,” Nikk said, holding up a chip, “This is just a copy, but I shorted out the one inside you. You can go to bed if you want.”
“Is Cam next?” Bailee asked, getting up from her spot.
“Uh, yeah. Go ahead and get him.”
I got up, and dragged my feet back into the living room. I fell onto the couch, and immediately fell asleep.
The next morning was probably sucky for all of us. Holly had a killer headache, my back ached from the couch, Jenna was sleeping away (it took her chip three hours, Nikk said, to make a valid copy), the twins were bored and couldn’t do anything, and Bailee was the last of all us to get her little chip to stop working.
A woman came, who was claimed to be a big surgeon. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I didn’t know what to think. She wasn’t too bad, just a little snobby. She acted like any normal swelled headed person who thought their existence meant everything.
She talked to Nikk, and did exactly to Bailee as he did yesterday, “I see it…” She muttered.
She clicked the light away, “I could take it out, but she’ll lose 40% of her vision in that eye. The chip has been in her eye for a short while, so it’s connected to her veins. Nikk, if you short out the wiring like you did to the others, it may dissolve into her eye. That’s what it was made for. Judging from the color, I’m sure it’ll take a few more years for it to completely dissolve.”
The woman sounded like she knew her stuff, but I still had to ask, “How can he short it out? Unless he stuck a wiring in her eye.”
“He would have to,” She said, “But he’ll have to make a small one, possibly hand-made, then we could undergo surgery to stop it.”
“Surgery? Again?” Bailee asked.
“Again?” The woman said.
“I’ve had surgery on my eyes last year,” Bailee shortly explained.
“Strange, I didn’t see any signs of surgery on your eyes at all.”
Bailee shrugged, “Of course not.”
“Well, even if you’ve had surgery before, we still have to do this. Nikk, think you can come up with something?”
“Sure can. Just give me a few hours,” Nikk said, going over to his desk, already pumped to get to work.
Did the guy even sleep?
Man did that hurt. I was dreaming about a banana split before I saw lightning strike down and splash it everywhere. It became a nightmare, and I woke up screaming, panting, then I saw Nikk and Bailee, looking at me weird, “Did it hurt that bad?” Nikk asked.
“My- my banana boat…” I started sleepily.
“She’s still out of it,” Bailee said, “What were you dreaming about?”
“A banana split… then it got struck by lightning…” I yawned, “Wait, what am I doing in here?”
“Took care of your chip,” Nikk said, holding up a chip, “This is just a copy, but I shorted out the one inside you. You can go to bed if you want.”
“Is Cam next?” Bailee asked, getting up from her spot.
“Uh, yeah. Go ahead and get him.”
I got up, and dragged my feet back into the living room. I fell onto the couch, and immediately fell asleep.
***
The next morning was probably sucky for all of us. Holly had a killer headache, my back ached from the couch, Jenna was sleeping away (it took her chip three hours, Nikk said, to make a valid copy), the twins were bored and couldn’t do anything, and Bailee was the last of all us to get her little chip to stop working.
A woman came, who was claimed to be a big surgeon. The moment I laid my eyes on her, I didn’t know what to think. She wasn’t too bad, just a little snobby. She acted like any normal swelled headed person who thought their existence meant everything.
She talked to Nikk, and did exactly to Bailee as he did yesterday, “I see it…” She muttered.
She clicked the light away, “I could take it out, but she’ll lose 40% of her vision in that eye. The chip has been in her eye for a short while, so it’s connected to her veins. Nikk, if you short out the wiring like you did to the others, it may dissolve into her eye. That’s what it was made for. Judging from the color, I’m sure it’ll take a few more years for it to completely dissolve.”
The woman sounded like she knew her stuff, but I still had to ask, “How can he short it out? Unless he stuck a wiring in her eye.”
“He would have to,” She said, “But he’ll have to make a small one, possibly hand-made, then we could undergo surgery to stop it.”
“Surgery? Again?” Bailee asked.
“Again?” The woman said.
“I’ve had surgery on my eyes last year,” Bailee shortly explained.
“Strange, I didn’t see any signs of surgery on your eyes at all.”
Bailee shrugged, “Of course not.”
“Well, even if you’ve had surgery before, we still have to do this. Nikk, think you can come up with something?”
“Sure can. Just give me a few hours,” Nikk said, going over to his desk, already pumped to get to work.
Did the guy even sleep?