Later he went into more detail of their procedures, “If it was the child of two staff members, the child would be killed along with the parents, but since it is the child of a guest, the child deserves to have a chance to grow up and take their place, like any of our children.”
“A program was devised where children of an immortal could be taken to live with the relatives of the immortal.” They would be given a life as any wealthy child would. Suitable parents, within a family of status, are chosen and the child is raised by them as their own. “The child will never know it’s true origins, but they will be well cared for by family.”
He said that I will be allowed to live and continue my work here after the birth, on the condition that I will not talk about it. I will have to stay confined for the duration of my recovery. I will be assigned a position away from people that I knew previously.
For some reason, I wondered if my future will be relatively secure, how long that will be, and why I even care to try to have a future. How many other children will be taken from me? I am sure, they will attempt to sterilize me again.
My mind sometimes fantasizes of being rescued. I think some military will invade the island and liberate us from slavery. I know how silly this seems. These people own the military. No nation would go against them. Even if word got out about this islands existence it would be dismissed and buried. I think they might even kill those that discover or talk about it.
Still, I can’t seem to let go of this question of where we are. I have been here over a year now. There have been no serious storms. No hurricanes/typhoons. Some rainy days, often it rains in the afternoon. Just enough to keep things cool and moist. There are no seasons that I have been able to determine. I wish I knew more about global weather patterns.
Occasionally there will be planes high in the sky. They don’t fly directly over the island. I have never seen a boat, but then I don’t get to see the ocean very often. I scan the horizon every time I do.
I have heard talk of a lagoon somewhere on the island, but I have not seen it.
I have never felt more of a need to know where I am. You’d think after a year I would let it go. It is not like I can escape here. In the city I sometimes did not know where in the city I was, but I was still in the city. I could find my way home.