focused again as the tiny voice asked, DO YOU WANT TO CONNECT TO THE NET?
“No, thank you.”
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
“Connect to a personal hard drive.”
YOU DO NOT HAVE PRIVILEGES TO CONNECT TO THUNDER LORD'S HARD DRIVE.
Thunder Lord? That must be what Yves had told his 'quist to call him. Looking at the contact screen was starting to give me
a blinding headache. “I don't want that hard drive. I want to connect to a different one. Please show me available drives
now.”
In a flash, several options popped up. It seemed I wasn't the only one with a secure hard drive. I moved my hand and scrolled
down to my drive. I tapped my foot twice to access it.
“Please create a new folder.”
DONE.
I searched for one name in each journal from my hard drive and highlighted it. I then dumped the selected information into
the new folder.
“Please identify local nanobots.”
The screen filled with scrolling information. It was It looking at a list of trillions of tiny hard drives.
“Group all nanobots into another new folder.”
DONE.
Now, I just needed the 'quist to reprogram the nanobots into the shape I wanted. “Please combine the two new folders.”
ACTION IS NOT PART OF PROGRAMMING. IT MUST BE PERFORMED MANUALLY.
Manually? It seemed that I would have to reprogram the nanobots all by myself.
I waved my hands around my head and turned my body as if I were dancing with the data in my hard drive.
The fake statue began to melt slightly around the edges like an ice-cream cone on a hot day. Then, after a moment, the blob
lost it liquid appearance and seemed to dry out. Suddenly, particles lifted from the floor as though I had introduced a sandstorm
into the room. It whirled around like a mini tornado. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other kids back off.
I knew that nanobots could be separated and reshaped into a new nanobot swarm projection. I felt like one of the artists I
had studied as I moved my hands to sculpt and shape the swarm. Sweat dripped down my back and flew from my hands as they darted
about in the air.
“Shouldn't we stop him?” I heard Charlotte ask.
Crockett shook his head.
“I'm fine,” I wanted to tell her. But I didn't dare say anything that wasn't a direct command to the 'quist.
THE NANOBOTS SWARMED IN THE AIR LIKE A MINI TORNADO.
The mini tornado continued to spin, and I thought, I'm losing control!
I forced myself to focus all my thoughts on the one highlighted name that appeared in all the journals. The swarm of nanobots
began to slow and clump together again.
Out of the whirlwind stepped the figure of a woman. She appeared to be about thirty-five years old. Her blonde hair was pulled
back and she wore a simple purple dress.
Exhausted, I plucked the contact out of my eye and slumped against Crockett.
“How're you feeling?” he asked. I just nodded, unable to take my eyes off the woman
“Who is she?” Charlotte breathed.
But I already knew the answer.
MY IDEA WORKED! JUDGE PINKERTON WAS ALIVE AGAIN!
JANUARY 4, 2031
Day 4 of 6 11:20 AM
I Spent last night sitting in the hard- backed chair between my parents' beds. Teddy slept on my lap, but I was only able to doze for a few minutes at a time. My
head was too jammed with different ideas and theories about how to solve this strange mystery.
As I constantly checked to make sure that Mom and Dad's breathing hadn't changed, I felt more and more helpless. Cracking
the case would be the best way I could help my parents.
But I don't think I would have been able to sleep anyway. After all, I'd never brought someone “back from the dead” like I
had with Judge 'Pinkerton. I know that according to current definitions, Judge doesn't qualify as a true human being because
she's composed of trillions and trillions of nanobots.
But she is alive.
And because Judge is a physical combination of all that my ancestors wrote about her, she has all the great qualities, smart,
and experiences
“No, thank you.”
WHAT DO YOU WANT TO DO?
“Connect to a personal hard drive.”
YOU DO NOT HAVE PRIVILEGES TO CONNECT TO THUNDER LORD'S HARD DRIVE.
Thunder Lord? That must be what Yves had told his 'quist to call him. Looking at the contact screen was starting to give me
a blinding headache. “I don't want that hard drive. I want to connect to a different one. Please show me available drives
now.”
In a flash, several options popped up. It seemed I wasn't the only one with a secure hard drive. I moved my hand and scrolled
down to my drive. I tapped my foot twice to access it.
“Please create a new folder.”
DONE.
I searched for one name in each journal from my hard drive and highlighted it. I then dumped the selected information into
the new folder.
“Please identify local nanobots.”
The screen filled with scrolling information. It was It looking at a list of trillions of tiny hard drives.
“Group all nanobots into another new folder.”
DONE.
Now, I just needed the 'quist to reprogram the nanobots into the shape I wanted. “Please combine the two new folders.”
ACTION IS NOT PART OF PROGRAMMING. IT MUST BE PERFORMED MANUALLY.
Manually? It seemed that I would have to reprogram the nanobots all by myself.
I waved my hands around my head and turned my body as if I were dancing with the data in my hard drive.
The fake statue began to melt slightly around the edges like an ice-cream cone on a hot day. Then, after a moment, the blob
lost it liquid appearance and seemed to dry out. Suddenly, particles lifted from the floor as though I had introduced a sandstorm
into the room. It whirled around like a mini tornado. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the other kids back off.
I knew that nanobots could be separated and reshaped into a new nanobot swarm projection. I felt like one of the artists I
had studied as I moved my hands to sculpt and shape the swarm. Sweat dripped down my back and flew from my hands as they darted
about in the air.
“Shouldn't we stop him?” I heard Charlotte ask.
Crockett shook his head.
“I'm fine,” I wanted to tell her. But I didn't dare say anything that wasn't a direct command to the 'quist.
THE NANOBOTS SWARMED IN THE AIR LIKE A MINI TORNADO.
The mini tornado continued to spin, and I thought, I'm losing control!
I forced myself to focus all my thoughts on the one highlighted name that appeared in all the journals. The swarm of nanobots
began to slow and clump together again.
Out of the whirlwind stepped the figure of a woman. She appeared to be about thirty-five years old. Her blonde hair was pulled
back and she wore a simple purple dress.
Exhausted, I plucked the contact out of my eye and slumped against Crockett.
“How're you feeling?” he asked. I just nodded, unable to take my eyes off the woman
“Who is she?” Charlotte breathed.
But I already knew the answer.
MY IDEA WORKED! JUDGE PINKERTON WAS ALIVE AGAIN!
JANUARY 4, 2031
Day 4 of 6 11:20 AM
I Spent last night sitting in the hard- backed chair between my parents' beds. Teddy slept on my lap, but I was only able to doze for a few minutes at a time. My
head was too jammed with different ideas and theories about how to solve this strange mystery.
As I constantly checked to make sure that Mom and Dad's breathing hadn't changed, I felt more and more helpless. Cracking
the case would be the best way I could help my parents.
But I don't think I would have been able to sleep anyway. After all, I'd never brought someone “back from the dead” like I
had with Judge 'Pinkerton. I know that according to current definitions, Judge doesn't qualify as a true human being because
she's composed of trillions and trillions of nanobots.
But she is alive.
And because Judge is a physical combination of all that my ancestors wrote about her, she has all the great qualities, smart,
and experiences
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