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The officer handed me a scratched display, a remnant from times I couldn't even remember. But the knowledge that this thing could have even seen earth wasn't worth my distraction.
Client. Beta. May have sold cell cores to the black market. A Delta, even a child, born blind. There was no way I could let her down.
Γ-F-h475-I-235/ R-21 S-[]
He looked down, disapproving. I was twenty-one. Apart from unqualified in the eyes of society I was also young for this job. I knew
“I finished my courses early”
His eyebrows furrowed, lips stretched to a thin line. Just for a moment. A tiny one. Enough to be noticed if you had increased senses and a better understanding of feelings than four of five kinds. “Just thinking the alphas and betas should play AsLaw, us Gammas should rather take the lower jobs”
Us gammas. The third class was already seen as incapable.
“No offend though”
Assisting Lawyer. AsLaw. Playing the human brain in defending or attacking in court by adding a subjective view to an AI's objective one. After leaving home, I'd always been an outstanding talent in doing so.
Standing up for my opinion with all my soul, regardless if asked or not. By now, I worked myself up to a point the other AsLaws bared their teeth as soon as they saw my name on top of a report. I needed to keep my secret for exactly that reason. Keeping my job. Keeping my reputation “Nah, give the low jobs to the Deltas, we're free men, mate.”
Gammas were. Resembling the original human blueprint the most, they still had the ability to change the attitude whenever they felt like it, their mind still various as if it wasn't predicted to fit into a category. They weren't meant to be categories at all. Just...description.
Then, the omegas came. And suddenly, everything changed.
“Alright, good to go. Best luck tiny boy.” I forced a smile. Tiny. Weakly. Still. No matter how much protein I forced down my throat or worked out, I would always stay the strangely tiny boy. Just as much as Appollox. Only that my brother dearest found a way out this hell years ago.
I sighed, walking faster. Data, robots and electricity made their way. Human, rather not. Most of rather simple jobs were done by robots today. Deltas did whatever physical labor was left.
Gammas mostly kept the machines and simple programs in check, even when being free of choosing. Natural instincts or something like this. Rather, social expectations.
Alphas would take the highest jobs. Scientists, head of organizations, politics, lawyers. Betas took some of those positions as well if they could handle the stress. But mostly, they settled with helping the alphas out or bossing the lower classes around.
Oh, it was such a joy to see one of them on the other side of the table, telling me with a single look that I didn't belong there. Even murderers and drug-dealers managed to fuck me off due their own pride.
After a time of being hermaphrodite centuries ago, the first and second class lost their ability to get pregnant. But not before the alphas gave birth to the first omegas. The only class that ever did apart from themselves. Able to get offspring in form of all classes but be only fertilized by alphas, they called them the “genetic wonder”. Extremely smart, fine senses and way more pretty the usual handsome an alpha possessed. Even smaller than Gammas, sticky, easily breakable beings. Everything they did was forcing alphas into their rut, bitch over their heat and destroy the existing system, history -and my mother on every possible occasions- told us.
Sometimes, people tried to make a connection between omegas and the sinking birthrates of Delta offspring. They weren't even allowed to follow these obvious clues. The rate of disabled and dead born children was high as soon as you focused on those who were born to Deltas.
It had developed into one of two major population issues that kept the council and scientists worried. The second one was the ever shrinking number of omegas, a part due their own, pitiful fragility. They tried everything to stop the decreasing, protect omegas who couldn't only give birth themselves, but also played an important role as soon as they started creating offspring in labs, calling it necessary to use cloning.
The council would recommend staying away from any kind of work, unhealthy food, harm and limit the hours to spend outside. They made life miserable for them. Forced them to be nothing but a breeder while calling it safety.
My mother had been certain of this since being certified an alpha herself, artificially impregnated my omega-father while hoping for strong alphas to follow her footsteps. Twins.
Apollox and Kyris.
Kyris and Apollox.
It hadn't taken the usual sixteen years to figure out what we were. Just eight. Two more and my brother ran away, not able to deal with the pressure and hate. A child of ten years that should never return.
My test had been faked as soon as I took it. A lot of money and a hacker let me seem like a gamma, a lot of drugs and my heat was weakened to nonexistence as long as I endured the pain. I was happy my mother did what she did. Actually, it was the only thing I didn't hate her for. It wasn't enough to stop me from wishing her a painful death.
I found the door, sighed. Breathing in and out, once, twice. A new day of work, a new day to challenge myself. I didn't even consider failing a case anymore. I always won. This would be my victory as well.
With a faked grin, I opened the door. To find nothing the way I expected it to be. I was confused, at least for a moment. No client. Just...the human execute officer. Mr. Haslin. Atticas. My boss. My friend. Maybe a prank, maybe a way to tell me that I couldn't decline his offer of going clubbing anymore. “Hey Att, where's the client?”
He sighed, making me nearly jump a bit. Atticas never sighed. He was rarely in the mood to do so. I freaked out once again when I noticed the two suited alphas next to him, praising my anxiety suppressors for doing such a good job. “There's no client, Mr. Amstrong. It's a private matter I just couldn't discuss through a display or in an unsafe location”
My heart fell to the ground. Something in my head repeated over and over again.
Omega, Omega, Omega.
I was afraid he or one of his new companions would hear.
Maybe I should run. Fast, far. Try to get away, start over again.
Maybe I should except my fate.
Get ready for a life as a part of somebodies furniture, like my mother treated her fourth and fifth husband, honored them by being nothing more than a painful necessity to keep the press at bay. Untouched to keep the rumors at bay after her first, suicidal choice. Just decoration, not even part of their own life, not to mention my mothers.
Never.
I could never. I was surprised Atticas could stay this calm after receiving this kind of information about somebody, he neither respected as an AsLaw when he thought of him as a gamma.
The harsh reality was, Atticas was quite narrow-minded, one of the reasons I could get along with him. Deltas were nothing but dumb muscle-giants, Gammas moody smart-asses, Omegas giggly flower-children.
Fine with me. Easy to understand and fit into the opinions I was taught since birth. Due today, I was one of his exceptions, he still unconvinced about me being something less than an alpha or beta and expected to fail as soon as my counterpart stand next to me in person.
I had expected to be confronted with disgust by now. Atticas however just coughed to gain my attention back “But, first of all, let's not forget our manners. Mr. Amstrong, Dr. Siesama, ongoing specialist for omega care, behavior, health and reproduction topics, if I'm not forgetting something”
The man he pointed at was tall, well tanned and gifted with perfect caramel skin, that went with the fairest of beards, the bluest of eyes and the warmest of smiles. He nodded, thick black hair falling into his face. I told myself to keep calm, not panic. I could win this misery. Just not here or now.
“And his husband, Mister Siesama. Patrolman of one of the biggest scouting troops the 54th Area possesses, highly valued as a strategist as well as a reconnaissance fighter” long, brown beach curls fell down to sharp cheekbones, kissing his trained shoulders only the slightest. I brushed back my hair, tried to steady my body.
I couldn't behave submissive in any way. I had to play the innocent as long as I could. Maybe I didn't know about myself being an omega. Thought of my heat as fever and my size as unfortunately.
“This is Mr. Amstrong. One of my best lawyers, barely twenty-one, genius, listed a gamma, even if I'm certain he can't be that low ranked. Highly gifted for his job” I forced myself to lift the edges of my mouth once again.
Two alphas and an omega, my secret seemingly just exposed. I was scared to death. “As much as my ordering is honoring me, I'm afraid that I have to ask for the reason”
I sat down, my body urging to stop me, wait instead for an order to do so. It was so tiring. “Due the newest researches, the government in forced to check on all remaining omegas and make sure of their well-being” Fewer and fewer omegas, everywhere. Nature was trying to end human madness by denying those of us who could reproduce. Barely a hundred omegas were born yearly.
“I heard about these studies. But I can't see my value in all this. I'm just a gamma” I waited the next seconds, frightened. Would they disagree? Catch me, force me onto an alphas side for the rest of my life? Was Atticas, Beta and the only person I really considered as a friend, about to be my weak spot in the end?
“Ky... Mr. Amstrong, look. I know you're a good man. I really do. But, due these checks, they noticed some...issues in your family.” He wasn't ready to go on.
But the Patrolman was. Talking seriously and confident, with just the faintest hint of pity. “Idelle Amstrong was taken into custody this morning for providing an omega with harmful chemicals to suppress his body. There had been suspicions of mental abuse against her omegan first husband and same-sorted child as well”
My hand clawed into the chair underneath me. Even a gamma would have shown grief right now, at least for the things he just talked about.
For his arrested mother, dead father and devastating life in general.
But...they were aware of my true nature anyway. Was I really forced to hide any longer? “I spoke out against the drugs and general mistreatment whenever I could. I was just a child, after all”
“Mr. Amstrong, nobody is blaming you for this misery, aware that you couldn't do anything against a mad-driven alpha. We are just trying to find out what happened to Nemesis and Apollox Amstrong”
Apollox.
This was about Apollox.
I was safe!
I could have cried, needed some seconds to catch myself.
Relax, dared to breath again.
For everybody else I was nothing but a gamma in distress. They were unstable emotional freaks, just like unchanged ones, so nobody would comment on my weird behavior. Just wait until I caught myself.
“My twin ran away at the age of ten. Drugged, unstable and confused. I never saw Apollox again and to be honest, as painful as it is, I don't think he made it.” It was true. I had waited years for him to return, considered following at first. We were children. Of course, I missed him. My counterpart. My other half.
But...there were so many demons for me to fight, I had to ignore those that just rested. He was dead. I, I wasn't. I still had to keep fighting while he laid down to rest.
The blue-eyed scientist took the word from his husband, smiling soothingly “Miss Amstrong still bought these drugs years after his disappearance, even more at the time where Apollox most likely went into heat as long as my calculation matches. We don't know exactly how much and what he took, maybe still takes. We don't know what these illegal substances do to him and want to be sure about his well-being. Mister Amstrong, your brother is in serious psychological and physical danger after taking those drugs for so long”
Apollox never took them. At least, after his disappearance.
I did.
But, how should I keep my cover? What was I supposed to say? “What if Apollox is happy the way he is living? Refusing the system omegas are forced into?” Forced. I shouldn't have used this word. Or bit my tongue before I even started to speak.
“If he's happy as a basic lower class, in freedom” I was too specific. To aware. What it took. What it costed.
“Your mother forced a wrong picture in you and -how we fear- Apollox head. Omegas are no slaves, not to be mistreated. Going through a heat completely alone, unprotected, is insane and dangerous”
Lies. But hunting a dead man wouldn't bring them anywhere. Better than one that lived.
“I want to be honest with you, Mr. Amstrong. Just because there's clearly something you hide from us. The council is going to find your brother and have him reintegrated by respecting his physical and mental state. It's easier if there's someone who can talk to him beforehand and calm him down. Being dragged by machines won't be as nice and helpful as walking out.”
Someone like an omega specialist, happening to be married to a high security officer, huh?
Only that the government didn't really prefer working this way “And the council allowed you as their bounty hunters? If I would happen to be a AsLaw, I would even state it was illegal”
I saw the Patrolman tense, nearly black eyes squinting at me “The campus works as the operator, supported by independent council members and other facilities like this one. They did it before, it's mostly safe. We need your help. Apollox does”
I kept quiet. I already lost. But, staying hidden next to people that were trying to hide from the council anyway would be easier than staying on open field, only waiting for some council delegates to grab me after they had first clues, that there has already been a try to hide an omega. I could fool two or three Alphas with the fact that I neither shared the same scent nor personality treats with the stereotypes of omegas but not full politic sector.
And now, I even had an alibi. “As long as I can keep working as an AsLaw, I'll help you”
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As long as I wouldn't lose my own life, I would help finding my brothers.
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