by
Al Bruno III
(This story originally appeared in Eden Studios Terra Primate and appears here courtesy of the publisher)
Everyone
thought she had gone home hours ago, no one noticed her car parked
behind a dumpster near the back of the complex. She hid herself in a
cramped room with high shelves stacked with petri dishes, latex gloves
and medical equipment. Alone there she waited, waited for the late shift
to end and the custodial staff to finish their rounds.
Bored
and terrified all at once Dr. Linda Harrison went over her memories one
by one, examining them like samples suspended in formaldehyde.
It
had begun for her five years ago, a young professor of primatology
fresh out of school and swimming in debt. She had no family, and had
been to busy for anything more than academic pursuits. The Balock
Corporation's offer had been too lucrative to resist, she'd have her
student and car loans paid off in two years if she was frugal enough.
All she knew going in is that she would be working as a consultant for a
team of cardiologists, urologists and geneticists.
She
wasn't naive, she knew it wasn't the Goodall institute she was going to
work for. These were ethically nebulous medical experiments involving
primates, but she rationalized it she told herself that these weren't
real apes these were livestock bred for only one purpose.
Of course it wasn't that simple, nothing in life ever is.
The
apes had been genetically engineered with human DNA. The goal was to
create a resource for transplants. Apes with blood types and cellular
structures so close to human as to be a nearly universal match. It would
mean an end to waiting lists and organ rejections.
To Linda it seemed so noble, yet so farfetched.
Most
of the apes died on the operating table or as a result of flawed
theories and experiments. Only one was kept alive, a control subject
they had given the strange-sounding nickname of Jermyn. They monitored
him to see if the altered apes would suffer any long-term problems.
A
noise roused Linda from her thoughts, she pressed her ear to the door
and listened. She recognized the voices of the security guards as they
made their leisurely way up the halls. They were talking about sports,
those two always talked about sports.
She
waited a little while longer then she headed out, moving as quietly as
she could. She used her passkey once to enter the secure wing and a
second time to enter the wing that held the animal pens.
For
some reason the memory of her first day of work flashed across her
mind. She had to force her way through a gauntlet of animal rights
protesters. They held up signs that proclaimed ‘A rat is a cat is a dog is an ape is a boy’ and went out of their way to sneer and spit on her.
Perhaps she should have taken that as an omen.
Since
she was mainly on hand to maintain the apes and answer the other
scientist's questions Linda tried to spend a little time each day
observing Baylock Inc.’s new creations. She made notes and field
reports. The altered primates were taller and more bipedal in stature
than their ordinary kin. They were bright, imitative but prone to sudden
outbursts of violence.
During
her time there she had seen two of the ape keepers gravely injured and
there had been uncountable near misses. Linda knew to keep well away
from the cages, especially when she was alone.
But it was when she was alone that Jermyn made contact.
At
first she had thought there was someone else in the room, and then she
had thought that someone was playing an elaborate prank. It wasn’t until
the ape called her name for a third time that she realized what was
really happening and that realization left her shaking.
The
memory of the encounter was still enough to make her knees weak as she
made her way down the hallway. Perhaps fear was making her weak as well.
This was more than just quitting her job, she was sacrificing her
career- her future. The Baylock Corporation might never reveal what she
had done but here tonight but they would use their every influence
within the halls of government and academia to ruin her.
Very well, She thought as she entered the darkened hallway that contained the ape pens, ruin me then.
She
flicked on the lights, momentarily blinding herself, when her eyes
sight cleared she found herself staring at row after row of empty cages.
Her heart caught a beat at the realization that they had already begun
liquidating the test subjects. What if she was too late?
The
pen at the far end, the largest one belonged to the control subject. It
had a tire swing, climbing bars and toys. She ran down the short hall
calling his name. When his gruff voice answered her back she almost
groaned with relief.
The
massive silverback paced before his cage, running his thick dark hands
along the reinforced bars. She knew he was tense, she knew he hadn't
been sure she'd come back for him.
The truth was even she hadn't been sure until a few hours ago
"Lin-da." He said again.
Once
Jermyn had spoken to her events began to move quickly. She analyzed the
ape under the guise of a 'behavior / neurological survey' in addition
to her other work. Alone, always alone she performed her test sand
examinations. There seemed to be an unspoken agreement between herself
and the ape that no one else on the research team should know about
this. The solitude and late nights didn’t bother her, she had little
else to look forward to.
Over
time the testing became teaching. The ape's communication and reasoning
skills grew by leaps and bounds, although his reading skills were never
quite as strong as his ability to learn the spoken language. There was
something about the nature of the printed word that he found mercurial
and frustrating. Linda found it equally disconcerting to realize that as
she was studying this creature he was in turn studying her. He
appropriated her slang and gestures; here asked her questions about the
world outside the research center's opaque windows.
There
was something very trusting and knowing in the way that he looked at
her. Sometimes he let her stoke his rich dark fur, sometimes she let him
gently stroke her cheek. It amazed her that a hand so powerful could be
so tender.
It
took a year of study and notes before she was ready to reveal her
findings. The reaction was nothing like she had expected. The project's
director, a loathsome little company mouthpiece named Evans, seemed
horrified and immediately began talking about legal and moral
complications. He ordered the project shut down, the research team sent
on to other endeavors, it's specimens catalogued and destroyed.
And that was what brought her here in the middle of the night with a stolen keyring in her hand.
"Lin-da" Jermyn said again, an edge of pleading had crept into his voice. “Hu-rry.”
Hurry
she did, rushing down the hallway to meet him. Nervous and shaking she
had to fumble thought each key on the ring twice before she found the
right one. By the time the pen's reinforced door swung open both woman
and beast were on the verge of hyperventilation.
"Professor Harris?"
She froze, recognizing the voice of the older security guard, and if he was there, could his partner be far behind?
Roaring with defiance Jermyn dropped to all fours.
"I don't think-" The younger security guard started to say.
Jermyn
bounded past her, she fell back striking her head on the metal bars.
Sparks flashed before her eyes rendering the chaos before her in strobe-
like fashion. The guards had been armed in preparation for a moment
like this but they never had a chance. Screams and the snap of bones
echoed off the empty pens.
The
abruptness of the attack left Linda speechless. She watched Jermyn
methodically undress the older security guard. The corpse's neck jiggled
and twisted with every twist and tug.
The
dark blue uniform was too small in the arms and too tight in the chest-
the shoes were a lost cause. It was a poor excuse for a disguise but
when the ape buttoned the jacket he issued a grunt that could only be
self-satisfaction.
All he's ever been is naked. She thought, He's
spent his whole life in that cage watching us pass by him fully dressed
and acting like a bunch of second rate gods. How could he have ever
known anything more than envy?
For the first time the realization that for all his words and poise Jermyn was still a wild animal struck her.
And what was it that wild animals did?
Adapt and survive. Adapt and survive.
What have I done? Oh God what have I done?
Straightening up to his full height Jermyn approached her, his smile was gruff. He offered his hand and said, "We must leave."
Her confidence broke and she tried to scramble into the pen. He caught the door as she tried to swing it shut. "Lin-da? Don’t be af-raid.”
When
he lifted her up she flailed and screamed but there was no one alive to
hear. The ape held her tightly, pressing her against his soft fur. He
whispered her name over and over again until she had calmed, until she
had returned to her senses
Slowly,
tentatively Linda reached up to stroke Jermyn's face. He leaned in and
nuzzled her cheek. She could have pulled away now but instead she sank
deeper into his embrace. They needed to get away from here, her car was
waiting, and their future was waiting. A future she hadn't understood
before this very moment.
"You damned ape." She sobbed with anticipation as Jermyn's heavy hands ran down the curves of her form, "You damned dirty ape."
