GENRE: YA Science Fiction
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could listen to the constant drumming of the Operator’s fingertips against the limousine’s leather seats. The man had eyes so beady that he reminded me of a rat, curled in his corner and observing the faces of the four remaining passengers — my father, our guards Sergei and Clifton, and myself — without so much as blinking. While he appeared to scrutinize every one of us, his stare held mine for a moment longer than necessary.
“While you will be spending nearly a month in their presence,” he said, “it is important to remember that no bonds of any sort should be formed with the patients. Despite how life-like they may appear, please remember that t he patients are far from human. They exist for one purpose and one purpose alone.” Each individual word was spoken like a sentence, enunciated to the last point. I couldn’t help but spare a glance at my father, sure that he wouldn’t appreciate the Operator speaking as though we were unforgivably inept.
“I assure you,” my father’s voice cut through the air like a whip. It was thick with an obnoxious sort of pride he liked to use whenever he was attempting to sound official. Every time I heard it, I couldn’t help but gag a little. “That will not be an issue. We are well informed on the patients. I am, after all, one reason Donor exists in this capacity, Charles.”