She must have dozed off when she was
awakened by the sound of her phone going off. Still feeling
dazed, she half-rolled, half-crawled off the couch and went to
get her phone where she’d laid it next to her purse.
The call ended before she got
to it. As she picked up the device, there was a ding and a
message popped up on the screen, letting her know she had a
voicemail. Seeing it was from Rall Rentals, she hit the redial
button before listening to the message.
“Hello, Dane,” a familiar
voice answered on the first ring.
“Hello, Miss Mosher. Did you
need to speak with me?”
“I hope I didn’t interrupt
anything.”
Dane understood why the woman
made the remark. “Not really. I was taking a nap. I can go back
to sleep after this call.” She chuckled, with Mosher joining
her.
“I called to let you know
you’ll be receiving your first renter on Monday. At the moment,
I’m not sure what time she’ll be taking her position, but I
wanted to give you a heads up.”
Dane almost looked at her
phone in disbelief. Had she heard this woman correctly?
My first renter? What about
Fluffy?
Hoping to extend their
conversation so she might learn more, she took a side tactic.
“It’s Saturday, Miss Mosher. Don’t you take the weekend off? Or
are you on call twenty-four-seven?”
“I don’t work full days on
weekends. And with this being a relatively new company,
sometimes we employees have to put in extra hours. I called
because I know you’ve been anxious.”
“Thank you,” Dane managed to
say. “Can I, uhh, can I ask if she’s disabled? I mean, I know
you can’t tell me her name and such, but…” She paused. “I’m in
no-no land. I’m making a mess of this, aren’t I?”
Mosher chuckled again. “I’ll
just pretend you didn’t ask.”
“Well, can I ask this much? It
has nothing to do with my renter’s identity.”
“You can ask, but I reserve
the right not to answer.”
“I understand,” Dane told her.
“My question is this. Do they get implanted, too? Or do they don
some sort of cap with all sorts of electronic gear on it in
order to…experience me? I mean, what exactly do they have to do
after they’re approved to be a renter?”
“That’s a good question. In
fact, you’re the first person to ask. They get an implant
similar to yours, but it’s programmed to receive. Whereas yours
is programmed to transmit. Does that answer your question?”
Her mind flashed back to the
image of the man’s face with the helmet on his head. Except now
she didn’t think of it as a helmet. Maybe the guy was hooked up
to some sort of medical device that kept him alive.
“Dane? Are you still there?”
“Yes. Sorry. Guess I zoned out
there for a second.”
The woman’s chuckle was as
warm as her smile. “Don’t worry. It won’t be the last time. You
might have another one or maybe two more incidents until this
whole thing becomes old hat for you.”
Old hat? And she knew that to
be the case because?
“Miss Mosher, can I ask how
many rentals you currently have? Or is that a company secret?”
A sigh came over the phone. “I
can tell you we currently have over two hundred active rentals,
of which ninety-one percent of them are presently being
occupied. Is there anything else you wish to try and ask me?”
Dane recognized the woman’s
last question to be a signal that she was needing either to get
back to work, or to call it a day and go home. “Not at the
moment. But thanks for this call, and for letting me know what
you could.”
“I’m glad to know I set your
mind at ease.”
“Oh! One last question! When
my renter comes online, I guess you could call it, will I get
some sort of feedback? Or a ring tone? Or something?”
“Just check your app. That’s
how you’ll know. That reminds me! I’m glad you brought it up so
I don’t have to call you back later. That incident you say you
had yesterday, the one regarding seeing a man, or thinking you
had a male rental?”
Dane sat up straighter. “What
of it?”
“Have you had any more of
those encounters or interactions?”
Dane gave a snort. “I’d been
drinking with my friends after work. This morning, I’m pretty
sure I must have imagined the whole thing.”
“That’s a relief. I had our
engineers test your system, and they say it’s working perfectly,
so you shouldn’t be having any ghosts interfering with your
connection.” Mosher put a slight emphasis on the word “ghosts,”
as if to suggest Dane’s recent problem was something other than
a few too many drinks coupled with exhaustion, or a glitch in
the equipment.
But what about Fluffy?
her brain insisted.
“Well, enjoy the rest of your
weekend, Dane. I’ll talk to you next week to see how you’re
faring with your new tenant,” Mosher cheerfully remarked and
ended the call.
After glancing at the screen,
Dane looked upward. “Fluffy? Are you there?”
Nothing. It was a bit
disappointing, but she tried to reach him again. “Fluffy? I need
to talk to you!”
Still nothing.
“Shit.”
But just to double check, she
opened her cell and hit the app.
The circle was green. He was
around, but not signed on.
Or was he?
“What if it isn’t him? What if
it’s that woman?”
Shaking her head, she went
into the kitchen to fix herself a sandwich. Her mind remained on
the problem when she got a twinge behind her left eye.
!
She leaned against the
counter. “Well, there you are! I have a question for you.
Remember, it’s once for yes and twice for no.” She paused to see
if Fluffy would respond. After a few seconds, and he didn’t, she
continued.
“I just got a phone call. Do
you know about it?”
!
“Did you hear it? Do you know
what it was about?”
! !
“Miss Mosher told me I’ll be
getting my first renter on Monday. My
first
renter. But I thought that was you.
Are you my renter or not?”
!
She caught her breath, until…
!
She almost gasped. “Is that a
yes or a no?”
! !
She gaped. “You’re
not
my renter?”
! !
“Okay, what are y—”
!
This time she felt her jaw
drop. Was that a yes and
a no? Or a no and a yes?
“Whoa. I gotta sit down for this.” Going over to the small
kitchen table, she pulled out a chair and sat down. “All right.
One step at a time so I can get this straight. Did you apply at
Rall Rentals to become a renter?”
! !
Dane blinked. “You didn’t?
Then how in the hell are you able to be inside my head? Wait,
wait. That wasn’t a yes or no question.” She looked down at her
hands and noticed the butter knife in her hand that she’d been
spreading mayo with. “Fluffy, can you see my hands?”
!
“Can you see what’s in my
right hand?”
!
For some strange reason, she
asked, “Do you know what I’m holding?”
There was a slight extended
pause, and then…
! !
“No?” She held up the object.
“You don’t know what this is?”
! !
Dane found it impossible to
believe. “You don’t know what a
knife
is?”
!
“Now you’re not making sense.
One minute you say you don’t know what a knife is, and the next
you say you do. Are you teasing me, Fluffy?”
! !
Okay. He wasn’t making fun of
her, or so he said. But things weren’t adding up.
Her phone went off, startling
her. Tossing the knife onto the counter, she reached for the
cell when the jangling stopped. Picking it up, she opened the
phone to see who’d called her when she got a voicemail. Both
call and voicemail were from UNKNOWN.
“Oh, great. Another spam
call.” She was about to delete it when the voicemail opened
itself to play the audio message.
It was a man’s voice, stilted
and mechanical sounding.
“Hello, Dane.”
Another ring, also from
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