Part 6



Robert watched through the observation window as they brought Mellie in., she seemed very limp and wasn’t moving.

“Is she ok? She isn’t moving.”

“Oh, don’t worry sir, they’ve just given it something to keep it relaxed during the procedure.”

Robert bristled at the way Mr. Daniels kept referring to Mellie as if she was just an object, but there seemed no point to getting upset now that things had begun.


He watched as his baby girl was strapped to the table and covered with wires. He was reassured of her well being when the monitors near her sprung to life showing what appeared to be heartbeat, respiration and other reading he assumed meant she was alive and doing well.

As he stood at the window, he saw one of the men grab a clipper and shave Melanie’s hair from the back of her neck to halfway up the back of her head. Then another took a scalpel and made an incision along the shaved area and began pulling the skin up and over her head peeling her skull like a banana. He looked his question at Daniels.

“oh that? In order to maintain the appearance of the unit they peel it back to open the casing. That way when its finished there are fewer blemishes to mare its looks. “he pointed into the room beyond the glass. “they are opening it up now.”



Mellanie was getting scared as she felt and heard the clippers on the back of her neck and moving up her head. “Nooo! Not my hair I don’t want to be bald!!”

She was very relived to feel the unwanted hair cut end only halfway up her skull. Then she felt something sharp poke her behind her right ear followed by a line of fire across the back of her head. She screamed but no sound came from her traitorous lips, which remained still and silent. As she felt the cut end, she wanted to sigh in relief but had a feeling it wasn’t over.

She was right!

She felt something probing the cut in her head and then felt a horrible ripping sensation followed closely by a tugging and burning that crawled up the back of her head and up under her hair. suddenly she saw her hair being gripped by the hands of one of the men as he pulled it down over her face. The tugging and tearing had reached her forehead and she realized they were skinning her skull. They ripped it almost all the way down to her eyes and then dropped it over her face she could no longer see the window where her father watched, and she hoped he was still there.

Unable to move or speak but feeling every touch and every cut that was made, now also in darkness, the smell of her own hair and blood filling her nostrils, mellie began to cry silently. She had thought she new what she was in for. She had seen so many girls harvested both at home in her mother’s kitchen and at her father’s meat plan, And though she was sure it hurt, it was always over quickly for them. She hadn’t realized that this would be so much worse.

Her heart skipped as she heard a high-pitched whine, without being able to see she thought back to what Mr. Daniels had said on the tour, “that’s the saw. They are going to cut my head open now…”

She tried to brace herself but as the blade touched bone the whine was no longer just in the room but inside her and the vibration and pain enveloped her in a cloud of agony that made her wish she had just asked her Daddy to harvest her instead of doing this to her.



“are you sure she isn’t awake?” Robert asked as he saw them cutting Mellanie’s skull open.


“Of course Sir, the drug they give them makes them totally unresponsive.”

Robert couldn’t help thinking that that was not quite the answer that fit his question but was unable to see why it didn’t feel right.

He watched a man pull off the top of his daughter’s skull and set it aside as another moved in with thin metal probes and wires. As the probes were inserted into his daughter’s brain other previously dark monitors sprang to life with images and numbers that were as meaningless to him as pre-change Cyrillic text would be to a Neanderthal.

All he could do was watch and worry as the masked and goggled men in the clean room beyond the glass moved probes and scrapped bits of gray tissue from his baby girl’s head then inserted bits of electronics and various control mechanisms.

Finally, the technician that seemed to be in charge nodded to the others and they stepped back as the large oddly shaped cutting device was moved into position. A switch was thrown, and a red laser light marked its position on mellie’s chest just between and slightly above her barely budding breasts…




Mellanie’s head was on fire and frozen at the same time. She could hear and feel the men around her but couldn’t quite make out what was being said. Everything was too loud and too bright and to quiet and to dark, all at the same time. Nothing made any sense. Finally, she sensed the men moving away from her and something moved to hover above her. Just when it seemed that they were finished hurting her and were going to et her rest. She heard the loudest sound yet accompanied by a sharp crushing sensation in her chest. She felt her heart stop. She felt her lungs stop. She lost the feeling in her body everything below her throat seems to just disappear. But some how she was still here. She should be dead but she could still feel the freezing fire that covered her head and still hear the men around her though the sound was no longer as painfully loud.


Then she fainted.



Robert watched as the cruel looking modified hydraulic guillotine slammed down not into mellanie’s neck but through her upper chest cutting a clean notch out between her shoulders to just above her heart.

He watched as they lifted her head and her entire neck from the table and rushed it into the next room. He looked to see where the door to that room was only to find there wasn’t one/

“where do I go to watch the next part?”

“I’m sorry Sir but the next stage of the procedure involves protected proprietary processes that no one except employees with a signed NDA can witness. I’m sure you understand.”

Robert both did and didn’t. the businessman completely understood the need to protect from industrial espionage. But the father in him wanted to watch every step and be sure his favorite daughter was in good hands and not being mistreated. With a resigned sigh he turned back to watch as his daughter’s body was lifted from the table and packed, a little carelessly he thought, into a large Styrofoam box. And labeled with his name.