After school Ricky couldn't wait to get home so he could look up the website that Sandy had given him. He came in the door and dumped his backpack on the floor and raced upstairs. He heard his mother yelling at him to pick up his stuff but he didn't care, this was too important. In his room he turned on the computer and typed the website address in the address bar and hit return.
Now Ricky's face turned pale and he got a really sick feeling when he read about what they were going to do him. The more he read the more scared and sicker he felt until he got dizzy and almost passed out.
Just then his mother came into his room to yell at him for dumping his stuff on the floor. Then when she saw him on the computer she almost went hysterical. Because he wasn't suppose to be on the computer, that was part of his punishment.
“Ricky! Your grounded, you are not allowed on the computer!!” she yelled.
“But Mom,” Ricky said. “You gotta look at this! Please! Look at what their gonna do to me!”
But she didn't listen. “GET OFF THAT COMPUTER RIGHT NOW!!” she screamed.
“Fine!” said Ricky sarcastically. “Let them cut up my brain and turn me into a zombie. See if I care! I don't give a shit if you don't!!”
“Ricky!” she was shocked to hear him swear like that. “I think your father will have something to say about this when he gets home!”
“Fine! Dad will believe me!!” And he jumped on his bed and turned his face to the wall. He was crying but he didn't want his mother to know.
When his dad came home Ricky tried to tell him about BMI and what it was, but his father didn't listen. Ricky's dad was too annoyed with Ricky for disobeying.
“Dad please,” Ricky begged. “I'm really scared, okay?”
Ricky tried to tell him about BMI, how it was a tiny computer they put inside a kids brain. How it could send data over wireless to a big computer and the big computer could send commands to the thing in your brain. How it could control not just your behavior but even your feelings.
But his father just said, “Making up stories is not going to get you out of trouble.”
“I can prove it!!” Ricky said. “Let me show you the website!”
“Ricky thats enough!” his dad yelled. Then he sighed and turned off the light. “Go to sleep son. We'll talk in the morning.”
Ricky knew now that it was no use, his dad wouldn't listen. He could only hope that at the conference his parents would find out the truth. Then he knew his parents would never let them do something like that to him. Never in a million years.
It was the last hope he held in the dark while he waited for morning to come.