Free 0.4 by Mike Lancaster

torn from their sockets. My head was thrown backwards and my back arched at a painful angle. Twigs slapped my face and I could taste leaves in my mouth.
    But I held on, sweating and trembling, hugging the branch to my chest. My legs fought for even safer purchase and found it.
    A few breaths to calm myself down, and to get my heart beating at a more normal rate, then I inched myself down the branch, towards the trunk. Evolution was all well and good, but a monkey would have made a far better job of this than me.
    In time I reached the sawn-off ‘platform’ I had seen from my window and tried to lower myself on to it. The angle that the branch met the platform was difficult, but I adjusted my position on the branch and pretty much slid on to it. It was a small area, but wide enough for me to catch my breath and prepare for the next phase of my descent.
    I was crouching there, braced on all sides by branches, when suddenly the front door opened and Doctor Campbell stepped out, on to the path, off to my left and only a shortdistance below me. I felt certain that he would see me, but there was no way to conceal myself further, so I waited with a leaden feeling in my stomach.
    Doctor Campbell was speaking to one or both of my parents, who remained inside the house. His voice was loud enough for me to hear everything.
    ‘Make sure he stays where he is,’ he said grimly. ‘I’m sorry, but it is clear that he is one of the nought-point-four. There is nothing that can be done for him. He will have to be dealt with.’
    My mother uttered a strange, strangled sound.
    ‘I will return soon,’ the doctor said, ignoring her. ‘Drug him if you have to.’
    He turned and walked away from the house and his route brought him even closer to my hiding place. I crouched lower as if making myself fractionally smaller would stop him spotting me if he decided to look my way.
    But he didn’t look my way, and I watched him go, and heard the front door of my house close. It sounded loud and hollow like the door of a tomb.
    I was one of the
nought-point-four
.
    That was what Doctor Campbell had said: 0.4.
    What on earth did that mean?
    I waited a few seconds, slipped through the cover of branches and shimmied down the trunk of the old beech tree.
    I had thought that I was scared before.
    He will have to be dealt with
, the doctor had said, and a chill passed down my spine.
    Did it mean that I was going to be killed? It had certainly sounded that way to me.
    There is nothing that can be done for him
.
    He is one of the nought-point-four. Drug him if you have to
.
    What in hell was going on?
    I set off for Lilly’s house to find out.
    I had to know if what I was . . .
    NOTE
    It is at this point in the tapes that there is an interruption to the recording. A thud, some sounds of movement, and then an indistinguishable background voice.
    Although much debate has raged about this section of thetapes, the consensus is that Kyle Straker has just been joined by another person. Later in the recordings it even becomes clear who this person is, but for now the voice is distant and muted and – even with sophisticated technological enhancement – impossible to decipher.
    Perhaps we would have discovered more about the other person here, but the tape ends abruptly after Kyle addresses the newcomer.
    . . .
yeah, I know. I’m just in the middle of . . . I will . . . I just need to
. . .
    NOTE
    Nathaniel Parker applies a version of Occam’s razor – that the correct answer is often the simplest – arguing that the tape only stopped before ‘. . . finish recording this.’

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    I felt like a criminal on the run, making my way through enemy territory. I was terrified of bumping into anyone, but there was no one around to bump into. The village, it seemed, was deserted. Like Mum and Dad, everyone had to be back at home.
    Awaiting further instructions
.
    I couldn’t trust anyone.
    Doctor Campbell had said that I was one of the
nought-point-four
, and that I