• The ship was larger than I would have imagined. It had several floors and thousands of rooms. More were bedrooms thought. I had mostly expected them to be mechanics or science labs, being the ship belonging to the Resistance. But Middnight told me that before the ship had been remodeled to be part war ship it was a pleasure cruise.
    The Grand Ball room was now a shooting range. There were three dinning halls, but only one was used at all times, making the others a great place for a science lab. Everything was different, it seemed.
    I walked into the room Middnight and Amethyst escorted me to. Narrow was there along with a woman doctor. She turned around with a big smile on. I squinted at her, barely seeing anything. After I explained my ‘choosing’ to Narrow via room; I fell asleep again for a day, literally. I didn’t dream or anything, I was just in a state of total calm. I felt like I was floating along a river that was flowing lazily through a valley. I didn’t mind it.
    “Discovery,” Narrow stood up quickly. “This is Dr. Alana, eye doctor. She’ll be checking out your eyes and fitting you for contacts.”
    “I really would like a pair of glasses,” I said quickly. Dr. Alana gave me a confused look. “I want to switch up my look. Can I dye my hair, too? I like black. I want it to be a little longer. And do you have something to change my eye color? Brown, maybe.”
    Narrow was shocked. He half smirked. “Would you like a new identity with that order?” he asked.
    “Oh, no,” I laughed. “I like being called Discovery. It makes every day a journey. You know, at the end of every journey is a discovery.”
    Dr. Alana laughed. She approached me, wrapping her arm around my shoulders. “I think I’m going to like you, Discovery. Are you ready for you new eyes?”
    I thought about it for a minute. Did I really want to go through a change as small as that? No; I wanted something bigger, something that would make Boomer have to give a double take to actually believe it was me. I couldn’t do such a thing without having a major surgery, and I wasn’t going through that.
    “Sure,” I responded, “Why not?”
    I followed her through the hall to her room, which was set up as a regular eye doctors office, except it had a small protective room where a small robot was slowly carving out a pair of glasses as we entered. It looked up, gave friendly wave, then turned back.
    “Wow,” Dr. Alana said. “I’ve never seen him do anything like that. You must be really special.”
    “I try my best,” I whispered. I sat in the exam chair as Dr. Alana pulled out a new file. She started scribbling down little notes, looking up for small moments in time to jot down small details of who and what I was. She asked several questions like ‘what eye color I wanted’ and ‘if I wanted a to advance my sight to the frequency of a cats.’ I laughed at that, even though I secretly liked how a cat could see in the dark.
    “Do you have or are you planning to get a Link?” She asked slowly.
    I looked up. “No, but my dad and mom both have links.”
    “Ah,” she nodded. “Were you planning on becoming a general like your father?”
    “You know my father?” I asked.
    “Everyone knows General Jones,” Dr. Alana laughed. “I met him on earth a few years ago. He said he had a daughter on the way. That must have been you.”
    I sighed. “Yeah, that was me, I guess. But I was wondering about this study I heard of a few years ago.”
    “What study is that?” Dr. Alana asked, turning toward her desk. “I might have heard about it.”
    I looked around. “Well, I heard from a fellow wabbit that if you’re born from two parents who have links, you’ll also have one.”
    “A link by birth?” Dr. Alana gave a laugh. “Oh, no, you have to have the surgery to get the link…unless,” she paused, being quiet for a second then shaking her head with another laugh. “No, no that’s just a stupid myth.” She turned around, rolling over to me in her doctors’ stool. “Alright, so you want glasses and brown eyes.”
    “What myth were you talking about?” I asked before she could start the examination.
    “Well, it’s something me and your father worked on when we were on earth,” Dr. Alana sighed. “He thought that if two people both had links, strong links like a Physic Link, and they had a child then the link would be passed down through their genes. However, sense Phy-links are so dangerous to put in, it’s actually impossible for this to happen. But, we also found a gene hidden in some human DNA that said somewhere in time there would be a person who was all Link. You know, had all the powers given by a link, but no link in their mind.”
    I nodded. “So this is a myth, right? I mean, there wont be a Link Child running around out there who doesn’t know it, would there?”
    Dr. Alana frowned. “Well, everyone thought 2012 wasn’t going to be a big thing.” I looked at her. She was half sad, half laughing. “How could you make a big mistake like that when the Mayan Calendar had been correct for years? Millions died. It was terrible.”
    “That was a thousand years ago,” I whispered. “Earth is better now, right? There’s nothing wrong with it?”
    “Oh, no,” Dr. Alana said quickly. “The world is fine! I was just thinking about…well…we have proof that theory might be real, but your father didn’t want to show me it.”
    “My dad has proof that there’s actually a link child out in the world?” I asked, excitement running through my blood. “I mean, if they fall into the wrong hands it would be bad, but a real child who has all the links? That would be awesome!”
    Dr. Alana nodded. “But it would be tough on the child to do normal things.”
    I nodded. I had hard times doing things like understanding situations and reading when I was younger. Even now I still have some trouble trying to keep my mind on track, but the problems that child would face was probably worse than mine.
    Dr. Alana looked in my eyes, made measurements and then set the robot up to make my glasses. I thought it strange that she would work so fast without a word being said after our talk about the link child. I wondered if my father knew if there really was one or if he was just getting his hopes up.
    “I have to say,” Dr. Alana broke my train of thought, “a lot of people have said the eyes are the window to the soul. You’re eyes are rather different. Do you know that?”
    “The first time I got fitted for contacts the doctor pulled my parents aside to talk to them,” I told her quickly. “I don’t know what he said, but I know it made my dad scared. Apparently I’m near sighted and far sighted.”
    “Yes,” Dr. Alana said slowly. “But that’s not what I meant. It looks almost as if-”
    “Paging Dr. Alana to Dr. Patterson’s’ office,” Narrows voice rang clearly over the intercom. “Please Bring Discovery with you, Dr. Alana. I would like to talk to you both.”
    Dr. Alana sighed. “Another day, another pep talk.”
    We walked together in silence as she flipped through the file she got on me. She ruffled through the papers several times before we walked into Narrows’ office where a whole team of doctors stood waiting for us.
    “Just in time,” Narrow smiled. “Discovery, for the next nine months, these will be your everyday doctors.”
    “EVERYDAY!” I screamed, my level of emotions suddenly hitting p-oed. “ARE YOU KIDDING ME? There are, like, thirty doctors in here!”
    “Calm down, Ms. Jones,” One of them said quickly.
    “Let me guess,” I spat, “you’re my Therapist?”
    He nodded. “How did you know?”
    “You’re the only person who isn’t wearing a long white coat,” I hissed. “Besides, I don’t need a therapist. I’m emotionally sound.”
    “It seems your prescription has changed more often than usual,” Dr. Alana whispered.
    “WHAT THE HECK DOES THAT MEAN!?” I screamed, throwing my hands up in rage. Narrow gave a laugh. I let out a hiss of air. “Alright, I’ll admit I may need some therapy. But thirty doctors? Narrow, this isn’t fair! Do you have to see thirty doctors a day?”
    “I only have to see the ear doctor,” he said quickly. I sighed. That was right; he had the hearing-link. Loud sounds would make his brain bleed from his ears if he didn’t know how to control it.
    “You’re a different case,” Narrow said quickly. “You’re pregnant and a virgin, so you’ll be under more pressure than normal pregnant people. We’re here to make sure you can get through this.”
    “I’m a doctor,” I whispered. “And my diagnosis on this is that it’s a bunch of BULL!”
    “You seem to be under more pressure than normal people cause your blood pressure normally way high,” Dr. Alana whispered from beside me.
    “I can take the pressure,” I told her without looking.
    “No, Discovery,” Dr. Alana gasped. She ran over to the equipment table and ran back to me. A second later there was a bright flash in my eye. I winced. “That’s it! I knew something wasn’t right with your eyes!”
    Narrow stepped forward quickly. “What is it?”
    “She doesn’t have different eyes and high blood pressure because of medical reasons,” Dr. Alana jumped up happily. “It’s because she can take more pressure that normal people can’t! This is why Boomer chose her! He said something about her genes, right? He meant this! He knew it was her! I don’t know how, but he did!”
    “Did what?” Narrow asked.
    “She’s it!” Dr. Alana shrieked. “She has a link that she didn’t have surgery for! She has the phy-link!”