Free F Paul Wilson - Sims 05 by Thy Brother's Keeper (v5.0)

with a
steady flow of cash and data aimed toward one purpose: to stop SimGen and free
his brother sims .
                 “This
ally is the source of all your inside information, I take it,” Patrick said.
                 “Yes.”
                 Patrick
shook his head again. “A high-up inside SimGen working
against it. Is he nuts or does he have a personal beef with the
Sinclairs?”
                 “Both,
I think. But it’s also a moral issue with him.”
                 All
true. But Zero had always sensed something else driving Ellis Sinclair, almost
as if he felt he had to atone for something. Something
“unspeakable,” perhaps?
                 Patrick
laughed. “Put a sim in charge of bringing down the makers of sims .
I’ve got to say, it has a nice symmetry to it. And now that we’ve got Meerm, it
looks like your job is just about over. Congratulations, Zero. They chose the right man. I mean sim. I mean—hell, I don’t know what I
mean. All I can say is I never had an inkling you weren’t human.”
                 And
now we come to the crucial junction, Zero thought.
                 “Does
it bother you that I’m not?” He directed the question at Patrick but he was
watching Romy. He thought he saw her flinch.
                 “I
don’t know. You’re not like Tome or any other sim I’ve met. In fact, you’re
more human than some humans I know. Smarter too. What
a world! But you haven’t steered me wrong yet. So I guess the answer is no. To
tell the truth, every day I’m getting less and less sure about what exactly
‘human’ means.”
                 Bless
you, Patrick, he thought, then looked at Romy. He couldn’t bear her silence any
longer. This had to be dragged out in the open now.
                 “And
you, Romy?” he said. “You haven’t said a word.”
                 For
a few seconds, she didn’t move, then she twisted
swiftly in her seat and faced him. Angry tears streaked her cheeks.
                 “You
lied to me!”
                 “I
never told you I was human.”
                 “You
pretended to be!”
                 “I
never pretended to be anything other than who I am. I didn’t even change my
name.”
                 “You
hid yourself—that was a lie!”
                 “No,
I had to. Would you have joined me if you’d known I was a sim? A mutant sim?”
                 Her
angry expression faltered, then she turned away again.
                 “Think,
Romy. When was I ever untrue to you? Were the goals of our activities against
SimGen ever other than what I said they were? Have I ever misled you into doing
something that you didn’t want to do, or worked you toward an end that wasn’t
your own as well?”
                 She
replied in a tiny voice. “No.”
                 “Then
can I ask you why you’re so angry at me?”
                 “Who
says I’m angry at you?” she said in that same small voice. “Maybe I’m angry at
me.”
                 Baffled,
he replied, “I don’t—”
                 She
held up a hand. “Can we just leave it be? I’ve got some adjusting to do and I
need some time. Okay?”
                 “I
understand, but I need to know: Are you still with us?”
                 She
nodded without speaking, without looking around.
                 Zero
leaned back and closed his eyes to hold back the tears.
                 After
a while Patrick said, “ Goethals Bridge dead ahead. Why do we want that?”
                 “Because it’s the quickest route out of Jersey .”
                 “But
where are we going?”
                 “Dr. Cannon’s.” He took one of Meerm’s hands in his. “We’re
bringing her the