Bring It On!

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

Featured Review on this writing by Rob73

Image: last authenticated photograph of Dawn McNiel, Behavioural Psychiatrist at Tannochbrae - courtesy of The Tulloch Herald.

Bring It On! (contains violence) is the sequel to Say Hello to Pearl now streaming live, featuring sensational Ruth Pownall, at: - one of the 21 "love" stories in Basque available from Amazon.

Midnight. The Rutting Season. One Year On:

Dawn McNiel, behavioural psychiatrist, lives alone in a secure isolation facility, encapsulated, inside the remote genetic experimentation laboratory, concealed by the snowy pine forests of Tannochbrae. Last known survivor of escaped human clone, Pearl McGilvrae. She sits at her computer in her beige polo neck sweater, raking her lustrous auburn blonde hair as she studies the latest emergency report on her deadly adversary, Pearl McGilvrae!

McGilvrae, the cold-hearted killer, suffocated her lover, human plaything: Lauren Jane Smart, 18, Oban girl, a lonely girl, an only child, last seen boarding a Glasgow-bound Highland train, never seen alive again.

McNiel is hacked, out of the blue. Her face flushes, her lips purse, her cute snub nose twitches, sniffing out danger in the bizarre message flashing white electric sparks on her flickering laptop screen. Exhausted, panda-eyed from lack of sleep, her black daydreams, abject fears, she stares in chilled disbelief at the crazy death threat from Pearl:

Come into the warm, Dawn. Shake off your coat. Take off those gloves. Dust yourself down. Come and sit beside my fire. You must be freezing. Hot chocolate, warm minced pies, rich fruit cake!

Dawn McNiel, behavioural psychiatrist, recognizes the phrase from the recording she made of the clone making love to Smart before she smothered her pretty face with a fine feather pillow. A bead of cold sweat trickles down her back as she ponders the threat of her inclusion:

Come into the warm, Dawn. Which warm, where? Here, at Tannochbrae?

She smiles, nervous. Tannochbrae is impregnable: access and egress are controlled, limited to specific individuals by iris optical recognition. McGilvrae can’t get inside.

Or can she?

Suppose she taught herself to override or hack the complex artificial intelligence algorithmic controls?

Pearl’s opening thrust is replaced by an altogether more terrifying statement questioning Dawn:

Would you like some cheese, girl?

Cheese! Dawn’s eyebrows raise like flags at half mast for the dead scientists of Tannochbrae, accentuating the umber weals of stress that circle her sapphire eyes. Beattie was at his control desk, scanning the corridors for signs of suspicious activity when McGilvrae cut his throat with a cheese wire. She found him sprawled over his unfinished ten-minute crossword in that week’s edition of The Tulloch Herald. Beattie, fifty-eight-year-old faithful husband to Annette, father to five girls, thrice grandfather, a uniformed guard of no great importance…

Another, sinister message from McGilvrae. One of the defensive automatons defending McNiel surreptitiously glances at the screen, another twenty-nine catch a quick glimpse, then bow their heads, pretending not to notice:

Come to bed with me, Dawn. I’m a big girl now!

The lead robot drops its head, not wishing to intrude on McNiel’s human intimacies with Pearl, her late lonesome nights before the girl arrived by taxi from Oban station forecourt. Her study of the clone’s reaction to external human female stimuli. She blushes, her flushed face straining at the biological impossibilities, fomenting nightmares in her troubled mind:

How big? Big enough to?

McNiel transmits an immediate response:

I know that, do you think I don’t know that?

Well then, come to bed.

Dawn McNiel, behavioural psychiatrist, smiles to herself, enjoying the moment.

Mind games, eh? Two can play at that!

Not until you tell me how big you are, girl.

The message stares back at Dawn for several minutes. Impatient for a final response she selects RESEND:

Not until you tell me how big you are, girl.

The lights go out. The laptop screen lights up her petrified face. McNiel swivels in her chair, surveying thirty pairs of lidless, crimson, pinprick eyes. At least, her defence mechanism is still intact. Even if McGilvrae penetrates the laboratory’s perimeter electrified fence, breaks open the optical recognition access gate, forcing out Dawn’s bedroom door, a single clone will be no match for thirty, armed fighting machines.


Not until you tell me how big you are, girl.

There were six other scientists based at Tannochbrae: McGilvrae / McVie, Pearl’s biological parents, McCain, McLeish, McTaggart, McPartland. Hot chocolate, warm minced pies and rich fruit cake were traditionally served to those who were still awake after midnight in the run-up to Christmas.

By Pearl!

They suffered protracted painful deaths: the result of a deadly neurotoxin she injected into their food that night. Dawn thanks her lucky stars, she skipped their festive fayre in favour of turkey sandwiches.

Pearl replies!

I hid from you in the marram dunes, on the murky, muddy sands of Moil, by the auld groyne, a quiet, secluded place – until I had cloned. And here we all are, Dawn! Come to see you!


The message freezes McNiel’s screen. The pinprick lights blink, fading in her robots’ eyes. An ice-chill blues her face: the secure door blows inwards. Clones swarm into the room, intent on bloody revenge, dismembering Dawn limb-by-limb, organ-by-organ, bone-by-bone. Defiant to the last, Dawn McNiel, behavioural psychiatrist, screams her final scream:

Bring… it… on…!’

After smashing up Dawn, immune to the cold, they strut out to the waiting world. Snow flutters, heavy flakes, white rose petals, cascading in swirls, settling on the blank canvas that stretches between them, an open gate…and freedom.

Bring It On, Pearls!


Author’s Note:

Bring It On! Is the sequel to Say Hello to Pearl streaming live at:

Submitted: October 20, 2021

© Copyright 2021 HJ FURL. All rights reserved.

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A dramatic, action packed Science Fiction story, HJ.
The writing is excellent, as always.

Wed, October 20th, 2021 8:38pm


Thanks very much Rob - check out Say Hello to Pearl on my website!

Thu, October 21st, 2021 5:51am


Is that the end? Seems rather... abrupt.

I like the balanced interplay of foreground action and background scene-setting in this story.

Thu, October 21st, 2021 3:40pm


It IS abrupt. ENDS

Fri, October 22nd, 2021 4:11am

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