Jupiter Ascending Page #3

I get five? I mean, they're not your eggs.

That's capitalism, babe.

Sh*t rolls downhill. Profits flow up.

Ms. Dunlevy? Excuse me.

You are Katherine Dunlevy, aren't you?

The doctor's ready.

- It's the hormones, dear.

- Don't worry. You'll be fine.

Trust me, honey. I could do

this procedure with my eyes closed.

No, no, no, no, no!

Please! Please, I can't!

Just relax.

I can't move my arms! What's happening?

Get a sample.

Make sure this is the right one.

Wait, wait. Please, please, stop.

- It's her.

- Good. Kill her.

Please, somebody...

Oh, my God!

You all right?

- Who are you?

- Caine Wise. I'm here to help you.

Pardon me, Lord Titus.

Only good news is allowed

in here, Famulus.

We received an FTL from Mr. Wise.

He says he has the girl.

Brilliant.

Then send the transport immediately.

At once, My Lord.

I thought it would make you

feel better when you woke up.

- What?

- The gun.

But it works better if you flip

the switch by your thumb.

Careful. You've been asleep

for almost twelve hours.

- Where am I?

- You're still in Chicago.

Okay, good.

My clothes?

You were still in the paper clinic gown.

Can't really think about that right now.

Look, Jupiter... Is that your name?

- How do you know?

- I'm sorry.

I was just trying to figure out

what happened.

You must have used

a false name at the clinic

and their tests probably tripped

the monitor to your geneprint.

What are you saying?

I mean, yes, I used a false name, but...

lots of people do that in there. What does

that have to do with what happened to me?

Okay. When I was in the legion,

they gave me protocols for this.

It can be difficult for Terrsies,

or people from underdeveloped worlds,

to hear that their planet is not the only

inhabited planet in the verse.

It has to be the anesthesia.

I mean, it's gotta be a dream.

Protocol actually says that most Terrsies

will say that this has to be a dream.

Yeah, because a dream is the only way

any of this makes sense.

Compared to what? The idea

that you're the only intelligent species,

on the only inhabitable planet

in a universe so full of planets

that you don't even have a number

to describe how many there are?

- Are you saying you're an alien?

- Genomgineered human.

They cut my DNA with the DNA

of something like a wolf.

I'm a Lycantant,

bred for the military, but...

that didn't work out for me.

- And those things at the clinic?

- Keepers.

They're from the Diorite system,

but they're genetically repurposed

to act as monitors and watchdogs.

And they're trying to kill me?

- Yes.

- Why me?

Please. This has to be a mistake.

These people don't make

those kind of mistakes.

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