few minutes dragged on and felt like hours to Alexa. She paced, thoughts scrambling around in her mind. Time was valuable and she was wasting it. Humanity would vilify her for creating the Accord, and the implants. New Earth now seemed like a distant dream, a fantasy. Alexa wiped away a trace of sweat before David or the rest of the crew could see.
Finally, her wrist communicator flashed. She looked at the monitor and saw Jonas. He looked pale and his brow was furrowed. Softly, he spoke, âDirector, Iâm sorry I left without telling you.â
âDonât worry about that now. Whatâs going on, Jonas? Come back to the Bunker and weâll work on the implants together. Neither of us can do it on our own.â
âYouâre wrong, Director.â He rubbed at his eyes with his small fist. âIâm so tired. I still donât feel well, but it wonât matter soon anyway.â
âThen come back. You can rest. We wonât mention any of this again, if youâll only fly back immediately.â She lowered her voice, âJonas, people are dying every minute we delay.â
âBut I can fix it. I really can.â He turned away from the monitor and shook his head, speaking without turning back, âYou have to trust me. Iâll be the worldâs friend. Everyone will love me and talk about me for years.â
âJonas, Iâm your friend. Isnât that enough?â
He looked into the monitor. There was something about his expression, a sadness or disillusionment. âYouâre not my friend, Director. Youâre my mother.â
Chapter 7
Alexa stared at her wrist communicator. Her heart thumped hard. Jonas knew. Of course he knew. Heâd downloaded his DNA analysis from the mirror. Why hadnât she ever told him that sheâd used her own DNA? Because it had been an unethical experiment, thatâs why. She never wanted him to know the truth.
âJonasâ¦â
âDonât try to explain anything, Director. I know what I am. You didnât create me to be a son. You wanted a biological computer. Iâm nothing more than a brain to you.â He blinked several times and started to push up imaginary eyeglass frames. âI lost my glasses, Director.â
âTheyâre in the lab, Jonas. Come home to the Bunker and you can have them.â She wanted to say something more, but couldnât think of anything that would explain her motives for making Jonas who he was. He wasnât just a machine, like David, he was real, a part of her. âI miss you, Jonas. I need you.â
âYou do?â Jonas glanced around and then peered close to the monitor. âWhy didnât you ever tell me that? And why didnât you tell me I had your DNA?â
âI donât know why. I should have. I admit it. I made a mistake, Jonas. But we donât have time to discuss it now. We need to put our heads together, as a team, and come up with a solution.â
âItâs too late, Director. I analyzed every possible scenario and thereâs only one solution.â
âWhat are you talking about, Jonas? Whatâs the solution?â
âYouâll see.â He disconnected the call.
âDamn!â Alexa stared at the blank screen. âDavid, get Jonas back.â
âAll transmission lines to and from the Land Bridge are down, Director. You shouldnât rely on Jonas anyway. Heâs faulty.â
âI told you before that I donât need your input when it comes to Jonas. Heâs not a computer like you. Just keep monitoring the removals.â
Alexa sat down at her desk and logged into her private files. Where had she gone wrong with Jonasâ development? He was designed to have an enhanced intelligence, which he had, but what if the viral DNA had somehow begun to attack the human DNA?
She opened the journal files sheâd kept during the first few years of Jonasâ life. There