THE REVERSION INDEX
A short but important entry.
The Reversion
by Planet
Chapter 5
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Chapter 5
September 11 – 9:26
pm.
Yes, I’ve find myself unable to stop this
account for yet a second time. I thought the filling of my old diary was
enough, but something has happened which makes this necessary. It’s now an
official matter, after all, so I’ve started to use this simple notebook I found
on a drawer. It’s also kind of comfortable getting rid of the other one, so
small and childish.
Very early this morning, while I was getting
ready for work when someone ringed the doorbell. I opened I found two huge twins
wearing dark suits and sunglasses. I’ve seen my share of big men after all most
of the new male adults are very athletic, but these two are by far the largest
I’ve seen.
They must have noticed my somewhat frightened
expression, because they asked if I was all right. I had to admit I was
impressed by their size, and they both laughed and told me they were still
impressed themselves. It seems they were only 5 years old before The Reversion,
and are now transformed into these towers of muscle.
I have to admit that they have sweet manners,
so I was softened, despite they intimidating appearances. But when they told me
they’re from the President’s Secret Service, I was obviously frightened all
over again.
They told me I could take my time and dress as
formally as I could, since they were taking me to meet the President.
I didn’t understand what this was all about,
but I wasn’t about to sy no to those men. Hastily but carefully, I put on a
skirt suit I hadn’t used yet.
Once I was ready, they took me outside my house
and into a black car. We drove for a while and then they left me into another
car driven by yet another agent, who got off and opened the door for me. This
one’s appearance and behavior was less formal than the twins’, and he was way
smaller than them; in my high-heeled shoes, I had a few inches over him. The
twins didn’t left, though. They car escorted ours for the rest of the way.
This second car actually drove me inside the
White House. A part of me still feared this was a rouse to kidnap me for some
reason or another.
They made me pass through a metal detector and
searched inside my rather large purse. Then I was left for about a minute to
wait outside a very recognizable door before taking me inside. I actually stood
inside the Oval Office!
Besides three more agents standing quietly
against the walls, there were eight people sitting there, but I only recognized
two of them. One, obviously, was Shane Hopkins, the new President himself. He
was a short and gentle-looking man. When I entered and was introduced by one of
the twins, he stood up and shook my hand, smiling frankly. He was really nice.
He told me to sit and I did so next to the
other person I could recognize: she was none other than Lena Underwood, the
reporter who had witnessed the first attack and, arguably, the greatest
celebrity of this post-Reversion world. She was as pretty as she looked in her
photographs, and she also struck me as a very sympathetic person.
A new man was brought into the Office, looking
as confused as I was feeling and then President Hopkins spoke. His explanation
was long and complicated, but he managed to make it comprehensible. In short,
the Intelligence’s files on every citizen in America had been updated according
to their new realities, so they were able to list the best-qualified people in
some areas.
It turns out that, according to those files,
I’m probably among the people with a best understanding of the human body
currently working in the country. The President introduced each of the people
in the room; there was an outstanding Psychologist, a Philosopher, a
Sociologist, etc. There was even a woman specialized in the occult. No
possibility is ruled out.
What he is proposing is for us to form a team
and try to research what we could about The Reversion, and try and determinate
exactly how it works and who are the responsible forces behind the event.
We weren’t forced to agree immediately, and
indeed we’ll have until tomorrow to think it over. In my case, it would mean
leaving the Medical Center temporarily while I investigate. That’s not a
problem. I’ve got people who can take over my job for a while, and in any case,
this is much more important.
What really scares me is the possibility of
failing. Am I really the most capable person to do it? Why? Just because the
very force we are supposed to investigate, warped reality and tells us so? I’ve
got no real experience whatsoever, just crude knowledge injected into my brain.
But even President Hopkins addressed that fact.
He admitted he is scared himself, every day since he discovered his new
responsibility that fateful night. He told us he knows we’re little more than
scared children inside, and that we’re “experts” without real expertise. But is
up to us, and we have to assume it. Maybe we’ll fail, but at least we would
have tried to solve the situation.
He was very convincing. I’ll sure think about
it.
September 12 – 1:44
pm.
Well, I had the whole night to think about it
and, seriously, how many opportunities like this one will I have?
Also, I can’t deprive myself of my naturally
curious predisposition. I’ve always enjoyed the prospect of investigating the
unknown, even when I was a little girl. I’ve been reading my old diary. On the
very day of the The Reversion, before I even knew about it, I expressed my desire
to investigate a couple of mysteries. Will I pass the chance to discover the
greatest one there is?
There’s a small possibility something can be
discovered about this strange event, and if that happens, I want to be there.
I’m driving to the White House to sign up.
