Chapter 62

Rosetta looked out of the window of her parents' very expensive penthouse. She had checked the price of this place and scoffed. She sipped the wine from her glass. She should have gone with scotch. Oh well, she could always switch.

She resumed her stare. She savored that blank feeling. After a while, she blew her breath out of her mouth. It's been a week since she left the facility. She had left no trail and no way of contact. At first, it looked like she needed to get away from everything to clear her head but the truth was, her head was clear one hour after she woke up or so she thought, so she left.

She swirled her wine and took a sip. She smiled. This was something she had found herself doing since she woke up from her supposed deathbed. How did she feel about not being dead? She felt it was only a matter of time…

She walked back to the dining table she was using as her temporary office desk. She looked at the program that was running on Annabel's computer. Annabel had made sure she learned everything possible, she made a mental note to thank her when they met again.

She sat down and looked at the documents she was planning to send out. She had been busy since she woke up. Anabel and Andrew didn't let her live, Anabel made sure that she wouldn't die. Thanks, mom. She thought. At this point, she couldn't tell her sarcasm from sincerity. Thanks to Anabel she now had borrowed time. Anabel might have given her a new lease on life but not for long. Her mom made sure that although she was alive for now, her system would start eating her from the inside out. Smiled again. Anyone would expect her to look for a solution but she couldn't be bothered.

She had realized within the first day what she thought she wanted to do with her borrowed time. She wanted to play! She eyed the chess board and other game boards on the table. Anabel enjoyed playing god, she wanted to know what that felt like. She couldn't tell what she wanted to achieve at the end of the day. Was it revenge? Redemption? Karma? Satisfaction of some sort? Was she going to kill her parents? She didn't care if they lived or died, it had nothing to do with her and if the people her parents had wronged came knocking at her door, she would give them weapons to attack her. In the meantime, she was going to savor her self-appointed role.

Another thing she realized that first day was her tendency to change her mind. This was a recent occurrence especially when it came to what she wanted to do or her actions. It was mostly an out-of-body experience. Just sitting there watching your body and mind decide and do things of their own accord. She wouldn't say she disliked that. The feeling of planning something and then doing a completely different thing. It felt like she was going with the flow, floating in zero gravity with no anchor. It was hilarious. That heady feeling that told her she wanted to play, see the world burn, maybe revenge, suicide… She did have clear thoughts but her motives weren't to be trusted.

Speaking of which she looked at the wall opposite her where she had her link charts. Every one of them was somewhere living their own little lives. She licked her lips, tasting the wine. She had begun her investigation the moment she left the facility. Although all her facts weren't complete yet, she's made a head start. She now had the knowledge of her past as an added advantage.

The first thing she had done after she left the facility was to raid her parents' known houses. She was aware there were ones that weren't public knowledge, their secret hideout and secret labs. She saved those ones for later. She needed to finish renovating her property before she fully commenced. She thought about living in one of her parents' houses, it was up for consideration but she liked her own property better, stolen as it may be. She swirled her wine and took another sip leaning back in her chair.

She had been acquainting herself with the happening around the world. After they disappeared the world went on like it was nothing, sick mother f*ckers. That's right she could swear right now. Mom wasn't here to tell her to be uptight and proper. Their disappearance was suppressed to the point it looked like a farce. 30 kids from around the world, poof into thin air, comical really. They were celebrities in their own right and were swiftly replaced by mediocrities. Oh well. They are not 30 anymore.

She watched the green line on her laptop that signified the program was up and running. She shrugged. Time to test it out. She typed in 9's IANA. She had discovered a lot of things in this one week. The order had officially shut down all independent and joint GMN programs. Yes, there were other GMN programs, however, theirs were the first. Secondly, there were variations since they ousted the initial geniuses like her parents who were the original owners of the research. After that, it was harder to replicate their research. The technicalities that went into that were not her business yet. Thirdly, theirs was considered the most successful which was why everyone wanted to be in charge of them. How did Doc end up on top of the list? She was beginning to see the futility of humanity. Fourthly, the kill switch. Every other GMN was created with a kill switch as a form of control except theirs. So while theirs was recorded as the most successful, it was also a failure because it didn't give them control. Unaware of Annabel's kill switch, they poured their resources into developing something that could weaken a GMN to the point of pain. Her list goes on but number four was her number one right now. How was she going to play tea party if her GMNs were incomplete or safety cautious? She thought with a pout.

The order didn't know about Annabel's kill switch and she would bet Annabel wasn't aware that the order had developed one. The order doesn't know that the GMNs are physically weak or they would have attacked. Annabel didn't know her kill switch had been activated. What if the two parties were to find out? Her pout grew deeper. Who's to stop them from striking at their weakest? That was where she came in.

She tapped the screen again. It showed how much search has been done for that particular IANA and his IP address. He was slacking but that wasn't her business.

She tapped the files she wanted to send and attached them to the mail and sent it. Now that's done, she needs to focus on other things. She tried to stifle a cough. She had all the information she needed to send but she was going to bait them. She still needed to arrange her plays for optimum maximization.