story idea

characters:
Maintenance man: Father of one girl. Age 35, specialist in growing secret cyborg workforce development.
Heather: daughter age 13 (clueless, sweet but rebellious)
The Company:  Those who are in the top 1% controlling companys which need cheap reliable labor, and a way to eliminate lawsuits and medical costs by employees.

Father and Heather have a fight, Heather sneaks out and is hit by car (or some other terminal tragedy)  Father transfers daughter to the cyborg labs.   He signs paperwork that suits her with the newest technology, but must give up all contact and give her away to work in 'the plants'.    She survives with little memory, and thinks she is still completely human like all the others in "the plant".

The maintenance crew:
Workers in the plant who fix and/or terminate the ones who are too injured to work, or are malfunctioning.

Crew:  workforce who do not know they are mostly synthetic, and are removed if they are too injured or mentally malfunctioning.  They do all the physically crappy work that no one else is willing too. 

Crew is donated or bought through large donations to familys of terminal patients.   After Heather was re-animated with the technology a group of humanitarians have stolen the information and materials needed to recreate her highly successful transformation.

Father has been seeking her after her location is kept secret.

10 years later:
Heather is most successful 'crew' ever created.  She has worked in the plants with no malfunction or breakdown for 10 years.  Most crew are 'fired'(terminated) within 2 years.  The crew are the only ones unaware of their cyborg/status.  They are confined to the plants entirely.  Most have permanent memory damage from the harddrive implants, and those who aren't have to be treated on a regular basis to keep memory from destroying their 'work ethic'.    After government approval death row inmates have also been allowed to be relocated into the plants.

Maintenance man falls for Heather,  Father finds a way to be transfered to her plant.   When Heather sees him her hard drive starts to malfunction.   She is sent to rehabilitation.
The boyfriend figures out she is a highly classified member of the crew, but the company has moved on to better technologies and de-classified her to be fixed or terminated based on her condition.
Father helps fix her(without revealing himself), and boyfriend never reveals himself but starts wondering if he can get her out.  She has such great repairs that she could live in the world with no fear of being discovered. 

Company catches wind, and decides that she needs to be brought in for thourough inspection by the company maintenance crew. 
boyfriend cons his way into the company labs, finds out the companies deal with the prisons has led to some tragic experiments that have failed or escaped.  Heather-if proven her technology could be duplicated-could be the key to a new crew of security that could hunt and kill the escapees.
Current security crew is flawed.  While prone to excessive violence and poor logic reinforcement, they also break after too much time in the field.  

They would have to destroy her to recreate the bonding that her father did 10 years ago.  

Father contacts humanity group, they all work together to free her, and release the records of "the company" to the public. 
Happy ending, Heather and maintenance man,  Grandpa maintenance man and the grandkids.  Cyborg tech becomes used in medical field not just to create workforce and heal the filthy rich, but to help heal everyone. 
 
Work in progress.  Just an idea formed from one of my many conspiracy theories.   Anyone who has worked long term in a manual labor job might sense how this idea evolved, others might get it, and yet others with think its dumb.  
After all, why would anyone choose to work in that kind of job for so long?  

Walking

Sometimes I go to bed and realize, "I still have my cloths on."
My brain does this rapid fire sometimes. Thoughts become remembrance, becomes idea, and I think, "I should go write that down."
Negative Nellie usually says "Nothing will come of it, just go to bed so you can get up and go to work without falling asleep at the wheel."

Well. Not tonight.
So I lay there, still with my cloths on.  Not startled by the thought that
I forgot to change into pajamas. But thinking how nice it would be to go walking, barefoot in the middle of winter.
Does that thought disturb me? 
"no."
I walked around Mackinac island once, half drunk, in the middle of the night after my first boyfriend told me he was gay.  After having my brother drive me 8 hours, and paying over 200$ to get there.  So what do I do?  I walk.  I walk all night.  Cold from playing in the water, but free.  Around the entire island. Do I get tierd?
"nope."
More thoughts cascade.
I ran away once when I was 8( I think), and what I remember most, was not the fear of retribution once I was found, if I was found, but the pure freedom in walking. Passed strangers houses, on streets unknown.  Did I get tierd?
"no."
I got thirsty, and a little snacky.  I went up to a strangers house and asked for a drink of water.  The nice lady got me some, and a few cookies.
I think I remember her talking on the phone to the police, and I left.
I was found shortly after.
But that freedom. I miss it.  And the way my brain slows when my body is trying to tell me "what the hell are you doing?"

Will I go sleep walking, and not remember the beautiful walk?  Will I dream of it and not remember?
But I can't go out for a walk.  Not barefoot or otherwise.
For many other reasons too, but because I have a family that depends on me to stay planted in this world.

I miss walking.  I just want to wander unknown to the world, unknown to myself, and slow it all down.  I want to think I can go lay in that bed and just shut down when I close my eyes.  I wonder how many things I've thought of and not bothered to write down, knowing full well I would forget it all by morning if not before.  

I would have done it before forest gump if I hadn't been 8 years old and without any real survival skills.  But I remember watching the movie and just sighing.  Like oh yeah....  Oh how I miss the slow world.

Sometimes the crazy tries to sneak it's way into my life, but responsibility keeps it from crossing any thresh holds. It sits in the corner like a lonely puppy  wanting to lick my face and be my best friend.  I ignore it, just like normal people who do it blindly.

Already I'm beginning to question my reasons for writing this down.  Why?  Will it make the longing go away?  Will it make the world more bearable knowing that I have a way to make it so?  Maybe it's just because maybe there are people out there who know exactly what I am saying and I am not alone in my quest to go to sleep without my brain rattling on at me as if there is so much more I should be doing instead of putting my pajama's on and going to sleep like a good girl.

My Internet is so slow, I almost lost these thoughts even before I got the browser running.  Now they are here, and maybe whatever sparked me to get up from bed, still not putting my p.j's on, and write them down will mean something more then something that ran through my head once that I had completely forgotten about.

I miss being part of the social world.  Having friends, exploring new things.  But then again I always dreaded it too. Hopefully the people that love me understand I am more happy walking alone, then trying to keep up with the world spinning around me.

Is it odd, or abnormal? Maybe by societies standards.  But how else can I hear the rain falling on the roof and wind howling through the exhaust pipe in my bedroom?  I mean with so much chaotic chatter, sometimes just walking can let a person avoid hearing it all together.

Off to bed I go in my sun dress, long sleeve top and stretch pants.  Hope it means something to someone.