Susan smiled as she surveyed the end result of a single day of labour. After her team had worked all night with a lot of her World’s technological wizardry, the derelict building that she had selected was at last completed and already operational.
The soup kitchen was capable of producing three hundred meals a day. She was astounded that there were so many homeless people, so many unfortunates, so many sources of fresh organs, she thought as she strolled through the dining hall. She marvelled at the sheer brilliance of her Father’s plan.
The complex was a masterpiece. At street level the homeless were lured in by the promise of a free meal, a shower and a warm bed.
Those unfortunates who took a shower were doused with a potent sedative. It was a wash they would never remember.
Below the kitchens and dining halls, connected via a freight elevator, was the new organ storage facility. Below that level was the new home for the Traverser.
Susan had just entered the freight elevator to inspect the organ storage facility when she observed the tell tale flashing red light in her peripheral vision.
She was surprised that her Father would contact her via her neural net, she frowned. Such a call could only mean bad news.
She tapped the side of her head and connected the call.
“Father, what is it? What’s wrong?”
She waited several seconds for the reply. The effects of dementia were beginning to interfere with her Father’s neural pathways.
“Susan, it’s done. I’ve shut down our enemy.”
“You have neutralised the RTD movement?”
“Yes I have cut the head off the beast and eliminated the mutant. We are free to proceed unhindered. Begin sending through the organs, we are ready to receive them.”
“Excellent Father, you can expect the first batch through within the hour. What do you want me to do with our original facility?”
“It is an inefficient use of resources, I have shut it down.”
“But what of our people, do you want me to send them back?”
“No. They have served their purpose; they are of no further use. Everyone with a TDI in the hospital will self destruct and obliterate the entire facility. It will be an illustrious sacrifice for our cause.”
Susan could sense a change in her Father. She knew that her Father was in the early stages of dementia, but now she sensed a darkness within him that was growing.
She had an overwhelming sense of dread. She urgently wanted to sever the connection before she was consumed by her Father’s insanity.
“I’m sorry Father, I have to go and attend to your organ shipment.”
Susan tapped the side of her head and shut down the link to her Father. She felt troubled by her Father’s complete lack of compassion for the men and women of her Earth that were working towards the common goal of Mundus Nova. She tried to push the feelings toward the back of her mind and reassured herself that her Father had a plan.
She was greeted by the Storeman as soon as the doors of the freight elevator opened.
“Good, I have had my orders. I want the first shipment packed and ready to be despatched through the Traverser within the hour.”
She watched as the Storeman nodded in acknowledgement and then turned to carry out his task.
Susan rubbed the lump on the back of her neck and wished that she was the one being sent through the Traverser.
She suddenly felt an urgent need to leave this fucked up planet and get back to her Father. She knew he needed her, she could help him to subdue the ravaging effects of his disability and if necessary take over from him as the head of Mundus Nova before his insanity became uncontrollable, …before he decided that she was of no further use.