SHE WAS LYING ON A BURNING PYRE, HOT COALS BENEATH HERย back. Flames.
Smoke. Blisters burbling across her skin. Her leg and hand were gone, leaving stumps where the surgeons had attached her prostheses. Dead wires dangled from them. She tried to crawl but was as useless as an upended turtle. She reached out with her one hand, trying to drag her body from the fire, but the bed of coals stretched off into the horizon.
Sheโd had this dream before, a hundred times. This time though, it was different.
Instead of being all alone, like usual, she was surrounded. Other crippled victims writhed among the coals, moaning, begging for water. They were all missing limbs. Some were nothing more than a head and a torso and a mouth, pleading, pleading. Cinder shrank away from them, noticing bluish splotches on their skin. Their necks, their stump thighs, their shriveled wrists.
She saw Peony. Screaming. Accusing Cinder. She had done this to her.
She had brought the plague to their household. It was all her fault.
Cinder opened her mouth to beg for forgiveness, but she stopped when she caught sight of her one good hand. Her skin was covered in blue spots.
The fire began to melt the diseased skin away, revealing metal and wires beneath the flesh.
She met Peonyโs gaze again. Her sister opened her mouth, but her voice sounded awkward, deep. โReady the ratio detector, if you please.โ
The words hummed like bees in Cinderโs ears. Her body jolted, but she couldnโt move. Her limbs were too heavy. The smell of smoke lingered in her nostrils, but the heat from the flames was dying away, leaving only her sore, burning back. Peony faded away. The pit of coals melted into the ground.
Green text scrolled along the bottom corner of Cinderโs vision.
Beyond the darkness, she heard the familiar rumble of android treads.
Iko?
DIAGNOSTICS CHECK COMPLETE. ALL SYSTEMS STABILIZED.
REBOOTING IN 3โฆ2โฆ1โฆ
Something clattered above her head. The hum of electricity. Cinder felt her finger twitch, the closest thing to a flinch her body was capable of.
The darkness began to warm, a subtle crimson brightness beyond her eyelids.
She forced her eyes open, squinting into harsh fluorescents. โAh! Juliet awakens.โ
She shut her eyes again, let them adjust. She tried to bring her hand up to cover them, but something had her locked in place.
Panic raced along her nerves. She opened her eyes again and turned her head, straining to see who had spoken.
A mirror filled the wall. Her own face stared wild-eyed back at her. Her ponytail was a mess: dull, tangled, in need of a wash. Her skin was too pale, almost translucent, as if the voltage had drained her of more than energy.
Theyโd taken her gloves and her boots and rolled her pant legs up. She was not looking at a girl in the mirror. She was looking at a machine.
โHow are you feeling, Miss, uhโฆMiss Linh?โ said a disembodied voice in an accent she couldnโt pinpoint. European? American?
She wet her parched lips and craned her neck to peer at the android behind her. It was fidgeting with a small machine on a countertop, amid a dozen other machines. Medical equipment. Surgical toys. IVs. Needles. Cinder realized she was attached to one of the machines by wired sensors on her chest and forehead.
A netscreen hung on the wall to her right, displaying her name and ID number. Otherwise the room was empty.
โIf you will just hold still and cooperate, we wonโt take up too much of your time,โ said the voice.
Cinder scowled. โVery funny,โ she said, forcibly straining against the metal bands. โI didnโt sign up for this. I didnโt volunteer for your stupid tests.โ
A silence. Something beeped behind her. Peering overhead, she saw the android pulling two prongs attached to thin cables out of a machine. A chill crawled up her spine.
โKeep that thing away from me.โ โThis wonโt hurt a bit, Miss Linh.โ
โI donโt care. Stay out of my head. Iโm not one of your lemming volunteers.โ
The voice clucked. โI have a signature here from a Miss Linh Adri. You
must know her?โ
โSheโs not my mother! Sheโs justโโ Her heart lurched. โYour legal guardian?โ
Cinder thumped her head against the padded exam table. Tissue paper crinkled beneath her. โThis isnโt right.โ
โDonโt fret, Miss Linh. You are doing your fellow citizens a great service by being here.โ
She glared at the mirror, hoping she was glaring at the jerk on the other side. โYeah? And whatโd they ever do for me?โ
Instead of answering, he said simply, โMed, please proceed.โ
Treads wheeled toward her. Cinder jerked away, twisting her neck in an effort to avoid the cold prongs, but the android gripped her scalp with mechanical strength and forced her right cheek to the tissue paper. She thrashed her arms and legs, but it was useless.
Perhaps if she fought hard enough they would knock her out again. She wasnโt sure if that would be better or worse, but the memory of the pit of burning embers halted her struggling.
Her heart galloped as the android undid the latch in the back of her head. She shut her eyes, trying to imagine herself anywhere but this cold, sterile room. She didnโt want to think about the two metal prongs being inserted into her control panelโher brainโbut it was impossible not to think about it as she heard them being maneuvered into place.
Nausea. She swallowed back the bile.
She heard the click of the prongs. She couldnโt feel anythingโthere were no nerve endings. But a shudder ripped through her, sending goose bumps down her arms. Her retina display informed her that she was now connected to RATIO DETECTOR 2.3. SCANNINGโฆ2%โฆ7%โฆ16%โฆ
The machine hummed on the table behind her. Cinder imagined a subtle current of electricity slipping along her wires. She felt it most where the skin joined with metal, a tingle where the blood had been cut off.
63%โฆ
Cinder clenched her jaw. Someone had been there beforeโin her head. A fact never forgotten, always ignored. Some surgeon, some stranger, opening her skull and inserting their made-up system of wires and conductors while she had lain helpless beneath them. Someone had altered her brain. Someone had altered her.
78%โฆ
She choked on the scream that tried to burble out of her. It was painless. Painless. But someone was in her head. Inside her. An invasion. A violation. She tried to jerk away, but the android held her firm.
โGet out!โย The scream echoed back to her off the cold walls. SCAN COMPLETED.
The med-droid disconnected the prongs. Cinder lay trembling, her heart crushed against her ribcage.
The med-droid didnโt bother to close the panel in the back of her head.
Cinder hated it. Hated Adri. Hated the mad voice behind the mirror. Hated the nameless people who had turned her into this.
โThank you for that stellar cooperation,โ said the disembodied voice. โIt will take just a minute for us to record your cybernetic makeup, and then weโll proceed. Please make yourself comfortable.โ
Cinder ignored him, face turned away from the mirror. It was one of those rare moments she was glad to have no tear ducts, otherwise she was sure sheโd be a sniveling disaster, and she would have hated herself all the more for it.
She could still hear voices over the speakers, but their words consisted of muttered scientific lingo she didnโt understand. The med-droid was bustling around behind her, putting the ratio detector away. Readying her next instrument of torture.
Cinder opened her eyes. The netscreen on the wall had changed, no longer showing her life stats. Her ID number was still at the top, headlining a holographic diagram.
Of a girl.
A girl full of wires.
It was as if someone had chopped her down the middle, dividing her front half from her back half, and then put her cartoonish image into a medical textbook. Her heart, her brain, her intestines, her muscles, her blue veins. Her control panel, her synthetic hand and leg, wires that trailed from the base of her skull all the way down her spine and out to her prosthetic limbs. The scar tissue where flesh met metal. A small dark square in her wristโher ID chip.
But those things she had known. Those things she had expected.
She had not known about the metal vertebrae along her spine, or the four metal ribs, or the synthetic tissue around her heart, or the metal splints along the bones in her right leg.
The bottom of the screen was labeled:
RATIO: 36.28%
She was 36.28 percent not human.
โThank you for your patience,โ came the voice, startling her. โAs youโve
no doubt noticed, you are quite the exemplary model of modern science, young lady.โ
โLeave me alone,โ she whispered.
โWhatโs going to happen next is that the med-droid is going to inject you with a one-tenth solution of letumosis microbes. Theyโve been magnetically tagged and so will appear bright green on the holographic diagram, in real time. Once your body enters into the first stage of the disease, your immune system will kick in and try to destroy the microbes, but it will fail. Your body will then proceed to stage two of the disease, which is of course where we see the bruise-like spots on your skin. At that point, we will inject you with our most recent batch of antibodies, which, if weโve succeeded, will permanently disable the pathogens. Abracadabra, youโll be home in time for dumplings. Are you ready?โ
Cinder stared at the holograph and imagined watching herself die. In real time.
โHow many different batches of antibodies have you gone through?โ โMed?โ
โTwenty-seven,โ said the med-droid.
โBut,โย said the foreign voice, โthey die a little slower each time.โ Cinder crinkled the tissue paper beneath her fingertips.
โI believe weโre all ready. Med, please proceed with syringe A.โ
Something clattered on the table, and then the android was beside her. A panel was open in its torso, revealing a third arm ending in a syringe, like those in the emergency androids.
Cinder tried to pull away, but she had nowhere to go. Imagining the headless voice on the other side of the mirror, watching, laughing at her vain struggles, she froze and tried her best to hold still. To be strong. To not think about what they were doing to her.
The androidโs prongs were cold as they gripped Cinderโs elbow, still bruised from having blood taken twice in the past twelve hours. She grimaced, muscles pulling taut to her bones.
โIt is easier to find the vein if you are relaxed,โ the android said in a hollow voice.
Cinder tensed her armโs muscles until they were shaking. A snort came through the speakers, as if the disembodied voice was amused by her antics.
The android was well-programmed. Despite her rebellion, the needle punctured her vein on the first try. Cinder gasped.
A pinch. Just a pinch. The fight drained out of her as the clear liquid ran