Alignment - Matthew Harris, Steph [Redacted] (best short novels of all time .txt) 📗

The L.E.D display of the node slowly began to rise, indicating the power being fed into Noah’s brain. For the first time, the subject had not had an adverse reaction to the neural changes being made.

 

The second node went as flawlessly as the first had, and at this point Kesslor was allowing himself to feel hopeful. By this point all previous subjects had been a lost cause. It was only until halfway through the third and final data spike that changes began to occur in the actions of Noah Holden as he lay on his table, by the time it had reached one hundred percent the man had dropped into a screaming fit, thrashing wildly once more in his bonds in fear. Another failed experiment it seemed, at least this one had not perished.

xXx

 

Tyler woke with a wail, arching his back against the wooden floor as his young mind surfaced from the nightmare. The sun now hung lower in the sky, casting weak rays of light that fell in shafts that illuminated the dust that slowly drifted through them. Outside the shed, Tyler’s Mother had been searching frantically through the garden for him. Having been working on the family’s dinner for a large part of the afternoon she did not notice that Tyler had gone missing, and when she had she began to search frantically for the young boy. Alerted by his wail she rushed into the shed, seeing him writhe around on the floor in what seemed to be pure horror.

 

Scooping the boy up into her arms she held him too her chest. It was all too obvious to her what had happened, after falling asleep in the Shed he had been subject to some form of terrible dream, what that dream had entailed she did not know, but it still hurt her to see her Son in so much distress.

 

“Shhh baby,” she muttered into his ear, cradling the still crying boy against her body, “it’s gonna be okay. Mummy’s here now. It’s all okay.”

 

She took slow steps back to the house, silently hoping that her pie had not burnt in the midst of this small crisis, trying to console her young son. He had never had nightmares before and led a relatively untroubled life; to see him in distress always brought her great emotional pain of her own. She could barely hear the words that Tyler was choking though his sobs, and even when she did they made no sense to her.

“Noah trouble,” the boy sobbed, “Noah big trouble.”

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Publication Date: 06-05-2014

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Dedication:
Dedicated to my college for giving me the opportunity to write this story in aid of a project, and also to the co - author without who this idea would have never been born into the world.