“So you’re saying you attacked yourself, tried to kill yourself, but you are not suicidal?”
“Yes, Pierre, I believe I’ve said that what, ten times now?”
“Joshua, buddy, your guys are out here, the Presidential Press Service, everyone is clamouring for a statement and you have to make one some time soon, and this can’t be it. This will have you committed, you know? So unless you want to end up in Mathare, think of something else.”
I motioned to my one of the guards. He emptied the room. Only Pierre and I remained.
“She attacked you, didn’t she?” Said Pierre.
“Long story. She’s gone Delta now.”
“I thought she was just Monarch! How did she get Delta programmed? Is there a glitch in the system?”
“No, something to do with Vietta. She must’ve been there that night. As far as I can tell, that’s when she got split personalities. I’m telling you, she’s got like four.”
“So one of them is Monarch-programmed and another one is Delta-programmed and the others are?”
“I don’t know, but I think one was a baby.”
“Vietta all over again, huh?”
“So what do we do now?”
“Don’t worry, I have a plan. Just make a statement for me, I’ll do all else.”
“My man,” said Pierre as he left.
I did have a plan, I always had a plan. Liya leaving was just a small bump in the road. Nothing is unfixable, no one’s irreplaceable. It’ll be like pulling a rabbit out of a hat. As above, as below.