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Playing her obtuse self for the doctor was easier than Andrea thought. The simplicity of the task was unexpected, and she hadn’t even prepared before she faced him. She had to be careful though. Dr. Taylor possessed great intelligence. After all, he was the inventor of the device that she now carried. She caressed the keyboard and tensed when she reached the key that would change everything. She calmed herself. She still had some control over her actions. Just a soft tap and the doctor’s twenty years of research was going down the tubes. He deserved it for using her and her son. She hadn’t seen her son throughout the years of his studies. He had exploited and sacrificed them both. How long did she have to wait? Perhaps it would only be a couple more weeks before she tapped the key. She felt the longing increasing, calling her, beseeching her to do it. She placed her fingers on the keyboard again and pressed lightly. The beast within was imploring her to do it in an enticing, smooth voice.
“Hush,” she whispered to calm the inner desire that was building.
She thought of her son, and her soul warped in a way that scared her. She was aching to see him again soon. Her son had been as happy as a little kid ought to be. He was active and normal, and then, the doctor came into their life and unexpectedly changed them. She couldn’t remember if it was her doing. Her early memories were erased and only bits and pieces came to her consciousness. She remembered the dead body in the park reasonably well, but then, complete darkness entered her like a murmur on a starless night. Her husband ... well, her ex-husband made sure her life was contained within the length of a small room, completely disregarding her needs. He would pay like the rest of them ... in time. Besides, she had been able to overcome the difficulties and reinvent herself. She was now a respected member of society, totally reformed.
She brushed her fingers on the keyboard, closed her eyes, and felt the energy building. The doctor’s channeling and guidance couldn’t reach her inner paths now that she was in control of her energy. Of course, the bypassing of commands helped, but it took her years to learn how to break them. All the network security in the world would not have kept her away. Was it kismet that she was versed in technology, or was it coincidental? She removed her hand from the keyboard to avoid an accidental discharge. She looked around and noted that everything was in place as it must be. Dr. Taylor was meticulous and would know if something was disarranged. She had to be careful until everything was ready to be unraveled like a broken levee. She got up, gathered the documents from the printer, and walked out of the room. When the door closed behind her, the security system was in full swing. Only authorized personnel could pass through the door, and she was one of them. She almost erupted in laughter like a crazy person would.
“Hush,” she said to herself again.