• Dr. Doc's Journal Entry #17
    March 8, 2010


    tab We must've sat there for hours, Justin and I. Justin seemed to have so much to say, and the way he spoke, it sounded like it was all planned in advanced, far before I even came.
    tab I suppose the premise of the whole plan was simple enough. Take a young man, manipulate him, and make him do all our "deeds". A high school boy named Jacob Renolds, still in the middle of his 10th grade. With his hate already boiling towards Mr. Powers for past deeds he had done to him, Justin had assumed that he would be more than willing to do anything to get revenge. Initiating this plan, though, would be far more complex than how it sounded.
    tab The other robots, Justin said, needed to be convinced of that very thing: they were no more than wires and machine, based on the worst case scenario supposition that both Mr. Powers and Mr. Woods had not told them already. Justin explained that if they didn't know, they would just go about their lives, pretending to be humans, pretending to be real. He was afraid of that. He was afraid, that the line between dreams and reality had gone too dim. Perhaps, he thought, by telling the robots the truth, their differences could be accentuated, and they would no longer fit into soceity. Perhaps then people would see the difference between actuality, and just an illusion.
    tab At one point in the discussion, I asked Justing why he was just so eager to end his own father's life. He then turned to me with a cold, dark stare, seething viciously,
    tab "Don't you call him my father. That...'person' sold me for money that would never come. For an experiment, he said. For 'science', he told me. We may be related by blood, but to say that I love him could not be farther from the truth. I kept silent for a moment, and then went on to ask about Jenna.
    tab "What about Jenna? Does she approve of all this malice, all this killing?" Justin shook his head.
    tab "No. I know Jenna, and she would never endorse anything like this. I'm sure she hates; even despises, both Mr. Powers and Mr. Woods, but never, would she ever, go so far as to murder someone." For a second, I might've doubted myself as to what I was doing. Was Jenna not with me from the very beginning? Had she not been, along with Tyler, my only true friend? Should I have been more inclined to agree with her over someone I had only know for a few hours? But then, I quickly shook off all those questions. I quickly reminded myself of all the horrid things both Mr. Powers and Mr. Woods had done. I tried to convince myself, then, that this wasn't even a revenge plan. This was us, serving justice as it was rightfully deserved.
    tab So here I am, standing out here with Jacob, preparing for murder, preparing for something I never though I would ever do. Caught in the middle between justice and revenge. Caught in the middle between Jenna and Justin. Caught in the middle between who I want myself to be, and who I really am. A souless, useless piece of circuitry. What was the difference between being a reality, or an illusion? What was it like to be an actual being, to know your feelings were never artificial, your emotions were never just for show?
    tab I'm afraid I'll never be able to answer those questions. For as long as I live, or...as long as I die. Because really, what'd the difference to me?

    END OF PART 3