• Dr. Doc's Journal Entry #13
    March 7, 2010


    tab What was going on? Had Jenna turned on me last minute? Why would she do that?
    tab "Ma'am, there's no use making a fit about it. You are very obviously..."
    tab "I am a robot!" she quickly interrupted. "That man over there is a liar!"
    tab "Jenna, what the hell you saying?" I said bitterly. "Didn't we have an agreement? What happened to that?" She stared at me for a second, and blinked.
    tab "What are you talking about?"
    tab "You see," Mr. Powers began with a certain glow on his face. He was no longer sweating bullets of nervousness. Now, he was boosted with confidence. "Even my own son can't believe it, but she is, indeed, artificial. You see--" He took something from his pocket. For a second, I couldn't believe what he was doing, for what he had taken out...was his pistol. The very same pistol that he had shot Tyler dead wtih.
    tab "Sir, please...Please put the weapon do--" Before our interviewer could even finish his pleading sentence, an ominous shot reverberated across the room.
    tab Mr. Powers had shot Jenna in the side. And she wasn't dead. She didn't even so much as flinch.

    tab Our interviewer was left dumb-struck.
    tab "You did...And she's still...How is that..." His questions were left hanging, as if he had so much to ask he couldn't finish any of it.
    tab "There's no magic trick here. No bullet I hit her with will 'kill' because, in reality, there's nothing to kill."
    tab "But that's im--" The smile on Mr. Powers' face grew. He was liking every second of this.
    tab "Would you like me to demonstrate again? I assure you, we'll get the same results." The man folded his hands, and said sternly,
    tab "No, I do not, sir."
    tab "All right, good. So, when do we get star--"
    tab "Mr. Powers," was the interviewers quick interruption. "I applaud your unfounded courage to try and fool me with a simple trick. However, that girl saying she's a robot and you shooting her proves nothing." Mr. Powers' smile was gone.
    tab "Then how do you explain what I did?" The interviewer chuckled.
    tab "Explain it? No, I can't explain it. Even so, that doesn't make immediately jump to the conclusion that the only explanation is that she's a robot. Not by a long shot.
    tab "And, excuse me for adding this, but didn't your own son say, specifically, that you were not to be trusted, and that she wasn't a robot?" Mr. Powers shot a dirty look at me, and then looked back at the interviewer, growling,
    tab "And you're trusting my son over me?"
    tab "No. I just have my certain doubts." I could finally breathe. Though it didn't go as planned, it turns out Mr. Powers wasn't getting endorsed anyway. But Jenna wasn't done.
    tab "You guys are all idiots!" she shouted, slamming her hands down and jolting up. "You guys are all talking like I'm not even here!" The interviewer tapped his desk, and said,
    tab "Please sit down, so we can--" Jenna did not sit down. Instead, she lifted her shirt so we could see her belly button.
    tab Only...there was no belly button. Just wires and a metal frame. Mr. Powers looked at me and shook his head in disapproval.
    tab "Looks like you didn't finish her, huh?"

    tab It was all starting to end so fast for me. A contract was made. The interviewer was finally convinced, and was almost literally bouncing off the walls in sheer excitement. That's where I was there to end the party.
    tab Mr. Powers was literally leaning over to sign the contract as I said it. But I said it, loud and clear all the same,
    tab "Hey, 'dad'! You sign that, and I'll tell Mr. Interviewerguy what you did to Tyler Woods. What you did to Jenna. What you did to all of us!" The interviewer raised his eyebrows curiously, but Mr. Powers knew what I was talking about.
    tab "If you say one more word...son...I will..."
    tab "Shut me down?" I snapped. "Yeah, that's right. Because I'm not even your real son. Just a tool. Just window dressing, like Tyler. And like Jenna.
    tab "You want to be a coward? It's predictable, to be sure. Go ahead, then. Shut me down. I know the button's in your pocket. I know you have full control. Because...because...
    tab "That's all you want, isn't it? You don't care about the people your controling. Just...the control itself." Mr. Powers shot his eyes across the room, then, slowly, with a quivering hand, dropped the pen, and awkwardly said to the interviewer,
    tab "I'm sorry." He left the room, not so much as a good bye. But I could see it in his face as he walked out, even though he said nothing.
    tab The look of guilt was apparant on his face. That was good. That was the kind of reaction I wanted.