Five
Goldie stared at the neat row of mini-Windows icons pitted against the huge void of her foggy gray cells. It wasn't a fair fight. Or she didn’t want to blot the empty landscape inside her head with personal facts. She felt more painter than scientist or researcher, with an empty palate to do with as she pleased. She wanted paints in vivid colors that she could splash on with abandon, not tiny icons waiting for a keystroke. It was so tidy, so controlled. It didn’t seem like her, even though she didn’t know who or what her was.
“Do you believe in nurture or nature?” she asked Luke, her fingers resting on the plastic keys that had warmed from her touch. If nurture had been wiped out, did that leave only nature or did nurture linger in the unconscious and wield a hidden power? Is that w
