Hatchlings

HATCHLINGS

Ross Richdale

Copyright 2019 by Ross Richdale

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A young woman arrives at an intersection in downtown Auckland, New Zealand with no memory of who she is or where she came from. Her only contact is via a mobile phone where a mysterious male voice, Dion gives her a name of Cora Watts and guides her to a bank across the intersection where she is expected and has a bank account in her new name. There is also an apartment for her where everything is provided including a new car.

Late that night another young woman finds herself at a suburban bus stop. Her only memory is that she is known as 92765.4 and a text message directs her to an apartment across town where 92765.2 lives. However, it is after midnight and the last bus has gone. She accepts a ride from a couple of youths who attack her. She finds she has powers that electrocutes them before escaping and finds her way to the apartment.

Cora awakens in early morning hours to a knock. She finds the distressed woman and helps to bathe her wounds. The new woman talks about Batch 92765 with her name being just an added digit of .4. Apparently, Cora is .2 from the same batch of five women; all called an even digit after the batch number. 92765.4 becomes Bree Watts.

The mystery deepens when Cora and Bree have simultaneous dreams about being on a spaceship with a line of women. They are taken into a room with three other women from the batch 92765 to have their DNA and personalities saved for future generations. An explosion occurs and they both awaken. Apparently they are hatchlings, humans born as adults with artificial memories of an earlier life.

Cora realises that like Bree she may forget the dream and other facts so the pair begin handwritten notes to record everything they have learned. Her theory that computer records could be altered or deleted appears to be true.

Later, Cora's mobile rings and a female voice says she needs help. It is .8 who becomes Kate. She is lost in bush country with only a mobile and an emergency survival kit in her hands. Dion calls on the mobile and directs Cora and Bree to a remote bush area west of the city. They rescue Kate who becomes part of their family and with the help from the strange Dion, the three begin their lives together.

Meanwhile, Doctor Westley Lindwood at a secret satellite station five hundred kilometres south of Auckland, uses new equipment to trace a spacecraft coming from outside the solar system. He knows that an alien ship has arrived but decides to follow up his findings personally rather than reporting it to his superiors. This decision directly involves the lives of Cora, Bree and Kate's and his own in more ways than one, with dangerous outcomes.

Cora, Bree and Kate with help from Westley try to find out about their ancestors and the reasons they were brought to life as hatchlings. Also where are the other two from their batch?

Their findings lead them through a time-space continuum on a voyage of discovery. Are there other worlds of humans out there or are they are the only survivors from a destroyed civilisation?

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CHAPTER 1

She stood at the intersection and stared at the pedestrians. It was busy with possibly hundreds of people walking across the road in a barn dance fashion.

Barn dance! What was a barn dance? Of course it was a word that was derived from an old dance where the dancers crossed diagonally to a new partner. This was the same but the people crossing ignored those coming the opposite way.

On the other side of the crossing was a high building with the sign of a bank on the veranda that stuck out over the footpath. Footpath. Wasn't that a sidewalk? No, here people called it a footpath.

She shrugged at the useless information for there were far more important things on her mind. Where was she?

More importantly, who was she?

She frowned for she didn't know. She sucked on her bottom lip and felt nervous. She swallowed and chastised herself. There was a logical reason for everything. Now if she started at the beginning.

She stepped back and saw her reflection in a shop window. A blonde woman stared back at her. That must be herself. She frowned and saw her image repeat her expression. A quick smile followed as she reached up and ran a finger through her hair. She felt normal as she touched her lips, skin and the collar of a white blouse around her neck.

She glanced down to see that she was dressed in this white blouse, quite short black skirt and wore black and white sneakers. It was a hot day and those around were dressed in light clothes though many males wore ties and many had long trousers that seemed totally silly in such hot weather. She felt and looked fit with what she guessed was a slim female body of somebody who cared for her appearance.

She gulped when doubt entered her mind. So here she was in a crowded city intersection but could recall nothing. There was a shoulder bag suspended beneath her left shoulder. Perhaps that held information that could help!

She stepped back to avoid people walking around her and watched as cars and buses accelerated by beneath a green traffic light. It changed to amber then red, the traffic stopped and vehicles on the side road charged forward. Everyone appeared to be in a hurry.

There was a buzzing sound and another crowd of pedestrians surged forward. She felt she needed to do something so walked with them across to the other side. Once there she took off her shoulder bag and unzipped a sidepiece. Inside was a mobile phone. She pressed a key hoping to find information about herself. However, there was nothing but just a message that asked for her details to register the phone.

That's what I'm trying to find out, she muttered aloud. Why can't you help me?

As if to reply the mobile chirped.

Hello, she gasped after she held the contraption to her ear.

Don't be frightened, a male voice said. Everything will be fine.

She felt annoyed. Are you mocking me? she retorted.

Not at all. I apologise if it appeared to be that way but you have still to answer my question.

Of course I am frightened and you are not helping. Who are you, anyway?

Your friend, I guess. Perhaps your helper might be a better way to describe myself.

She stared around but nobody appeared to be taking any notice of her.

If you're some pervert trying to pick me up, I advise that you're out of luck.

The man laughed but it was a comforting rather than sinister sound. Okay, just hang up.

Hang up! Wasn't that what someone did on an old-fashioned landline telephone?

She bit on her bottom lip. No wait, she said. I'm just confused about everything.

That's understandable.

Her emotion changed. "And how would you know?'' she retorted.

You're all alone in the middle of a strange city with hundreds of people and vehicles around you. I guess you have not even given yourself a name.

Why should I?

Everyone needs a name.

Oh this was ridiculous! I would have one, you silly man.

Mine is Deon but why would this be so?

Her emotion changed again. She felt tears forming in her eyes. I don't know err Deon. At least there was a name to the voice. I remember nothing

That's understandable.

Oh hell, here he goes again'!

Please! she said. Can you help me?'

Of course. That is why I called you.

Go on.

We need to take it one step at a time. Firstly, search deep in your memory and find a name.

She did. A memory of a young woman cuddling her appeared in her mind. Her name jumped into her mind. She was called Alison and was her mother. She told the guy on the mobile this.

Interesting, Deon replied. Now go sideways in your memory and listen to her.

Sideways! How did one go sideways in one's thoughts? She could understand listen so did that. Out from nowhere it seemed, she heard her mother talk.

'Oh Cora, you've been such a good girl...' Her other words disappeared.

I think my name is Cora.'

Cora who?

Hell, I don't know. Smith, Jones, Wilson... it could be anything.

Pick one.

What?

You heard. Just do it.

Smith will do, she muttered.

Deon’s voice became serious. No, you need an English name but one that is not too common.

Like what?

Watt. Now that's a good name. Perhaps add a 's' to make it Watts.

Cora shrugged but said nothing.

'Right Cora Watts, now we go to phase two. Wait for ten minutes then go to the inquiries desk in the bank you're standing in front of. Tell them your name and say you have an appointment. Got that?'

But...

Do it! Afterwards do some shopping for clothes and so forth that ladies like. Have a meal for you must be hungry and I'll get back to you in a couple of hours.

The mobile went silent.

Cora gulped. Mind you she did feel hungry and what could she loose if she went in the bank? They could only say she was mistaken.

For no real reason she recrossed the intersection, snapped a photograph of the bank, returned and walked inside.

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The woman behind the enquiries sign smiled at her and glanced at her computer screen. You're right on time, Ms Watts, she said. Go through to Interview Room 3 and Gail Simmons will speak to you.

Cora stared at her. How could this be happening? She decided not to query the receptionist so thanked her, walked along a small corridor and into the interview room. It had a small waiting area so she sat down and took the opportunity to open the main section of her shoulder bag.

Damn, it was empty!

She heard a small cough, glanced up and saw a woman about her own age standing there.

Cora Watts? she asked. I'm Gail. Welcome to the ANZ bank. Come on through. She held out her hand.

Cora shook it and walked into a somewhat old fashion looking office. It was bright and welcoming though and the woman invited her to sit and sat across from her rather than behind a large desk. The computer screen was turned so they could both see it.

No doubt your lawyer told you that we approved the loan for your new apartment in Jervois Road and as well we thank you for the quite substantial deposit you made with our bank. She glanced across. Please accept my condolences. It must be hard for you.

Cora stared at her, had absolutely no idea what she was talking about so just nodded politely, thanked her and sat there looking serious for she guessed that was how she should appear.

And when do you start your new job? Gail asked.

Soon, Cora attempted not to mutter.

The bank lady smiled and reached for a document on the desk. Now we just need your signature in a few places and some details.

Details? Cora spluttered out.

Just an identification such as your driver's licence or passport and your address. She smiled. I guess that will be your new apartment, won't it?

Cora felt her face warm up in embarrassment. She had no identification at all. How could she have? Even her name was a fake.

She gripped her shoulder bag that she had moments before placed beside herself and almost jumped in fright. The strap was vibrating in her hand!

Sorry, she muttered and noticed that the zip on the main part was half undone. She reached forward to pull it shut but instead managed to open it instead. Inside were several documents!

But how could this be so? Mere minutes before the bag was empty. Inside was a small purse and an official looking document. She took it out. On the cover it stated New Zealand Passport and some other words in a language she didn't understand. Trying to remain calm, she opened it. Inside was a head and shoulders photograph of herself plus her name as Cora Alison Watts.

Oh you have your passport, Gail said. She reached across and flicked through a couple of pages. There were stamps in it from various customs officials in countries she had never even heard of.

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A few moments later Cora stepped out of the bank with a dossier of documents in her hand. As well as the passport in her bag she found eftpos and Visa cards as well as a driver's licence that included a photograph of her with the name Cora Alison Watts and a date of birth that would make her twenty-five years old. She used her eftpos card to get a hundred dollars cash out of her account and was not really surprised when the four digit access number came to her mind as if she had been using it for years. What did surprise her was that there was a bank balance of close to twenty thousand dollars in her account.

She found a small coffee bar and with food and a coffee, sat down and studied everything she now had. Apparently she was in a city called Auckland, New Zealand and had recently purchased an apartment in a modest sized block only a few kilometres from the city centre. The interior appeared to be huge in size from what she was used to with three bedrooms and large living area.

She frowned. Now why did the photos of her apartment seem huge to her? She thought back but could think of no reason for that impression. Oh well, no doubt everything would work out.

But would it? Were these random thoughts the real her? She momentarily shuddered but forced herself to relax and drink her coffee.

Her mobile chirped.

Hello, she said in almost a whisper.

Dion here. So we navigated the next step? He continued talking to; more or less cover everything that had happened to her at the bank. However he gave only a vague explanation of her queries. Your passport and so forth were there all the time. Didn't you search both sides of the interior partition?

No, she muttered. Anyway, it still doesn't explain how my name was known and used on everything.

Because it was yours, Cora. It just slipped your memory, that's all.

Cora was about to give an angry retort but held back. If this was some elaborate plot she doubted if this Deon would help her. It was more likely that he was part of it.

So what next? she said instead.

There is a car parking building two blocks from where you are now. You have a parking card and a set of keys in your bag. Go to Level 5 and in Row H you will see a white Honda CR-V car with the licence number MUZ517. That's your car. It is keyless so as long as your set is in your bag you can get in and drive it.

And I guess I will be able to drive perfectly? she muttered in an almost sarcastic tone.

Of course. Why not?

Then what?

Drive to your new home at 103 Jervois Road in Ponsonby. There is a basement carpark and 2D is the park allocated to you.

The same number as my apartment?

You're learning fast, Dion replied. Remember the apartment is furnished but you will need to buy yourself clothes and other personal stuff as well as food and so forth.

Somewhat vague, Cora muttered.

We could have placed them there for you but thought it was better to let you choose what you'd like. My advice is to drive to one of the shopping malls a few kilometres away to shop in. He continued on with instructions about where the closest one was.

And you can meet me there in person?

For the first time the man appeared to hesitate. No, I'm afraid not. Don't worry, you'll soon find friends and I'll be in constant contact. There are more details in your apartment about just about everything you need to know.

Just about? Cora had another flash of doubt in her mind.

Don't be frightened, Dion said. Everything will be fine.

The mobile went silent. She shuddered for those works were the exact ones he said that first time he called her.

*

Her car smelt brand new and again was easy to drive but why did it have a steering wheel? Again another seemingly stupid question came into her mind. She moved the gear lever to 'R' reversed back and had no trouble what-so-ever in driving through the busy streets. There was even a screen map and a somewhat metallic voice directed her out to the shopping mall that she had programmed in.

The mall was modern and had several delightful boutique dress shops as well as larger department stores with cheaper clothes that she ended up buying from. She thought of the other items she'd need and found she could use her eftpos card to pay for everything. There was a supermarket for food and again for no apparent reason she was overwhelmed at the choice offered from fresh vegetables to freshly baked cakes and bread. There was also fresh meat and fish available, all in pristine condition and reasonably priced. As well there were frozen foods and an amazing number of packages and cans of food. One row even had food for pet dogs and cats.

Dogs and cats? Of course she knew what they were.

She blinked and walked up and down the rows to examine various items. She returned most to the shelves but a few she added to her trolley before walking to the checkout counter. The young girl serving her chatted away about nothing in particular but gave her another feeling, that of belonging. She glanced around and noticed mainly young women shoppers, many with small children around. Children? Now why did these little humans seem strange to her? The adult women looked mainly like herself though some had darker skin and black hair.