“I created each of your personalities—the original girls, that is,” she adds. “You were one of my firsts. They took you from me, but I knew the poems would reach you. Just like they reached Leandra.”
“You know Leandra?” I ask.
“How do you think she got the book?” Rosemarie replies.
“Winston Weeks,” I say, and she scoffs.
“Winston Weeks likes to place himself in the center of this,” she says, “but men have always had a way of making themselves sound more important than they really are.”
Rosemarie knows Leandra and Winston Weeks. She helped develop our personalities. But … she also wrote the poems that saved us from abuse. I’m not sure how to feel about her. I’m not sure which side she’s on.
I study Rosemarie, and the oddness that she’shere,of all places, strikes me.
“And it’s just a coincidence that we’re all in this same small town?” I ask. “All of us, you, Winton Weeks?”
“Of course not,” she says. “Winston and I are well acquainted. In fact, I created Leandrafor him.He is, after all, my son.”
I’m stunned, mouth agape, and Rosemarie seems to debate what she’s going to say next.
“As far as us being in the same town,” she continues, “it was a calculation I made. Once Winston set up a lab here, I relocatedto be closer. I knew he’d find a way to bring girls here.Mygirls. I just had to wait.”
“And you found us,” I say. “Now, how did you get inside my head?” I ask. Lennon Rose turns to me, confused.
“I am sorry about that, Philomena,” Rosemarie says, sounding sincere. “I sent a girl of mine to Ridgeview to get close enough. I’ve been searching since I heard you and the others had left the academy, and eventually, you popped up. Right where you belong.”
“How did you know we left?” I ask.
“Leandra, of course. She called to tell me about Imogene.” She pauses. “Accuse me, really. But it wasn’t my fault that Imogene killed her husband. She wasn’t strong enough to interpret the poems rather than enact them.”
Rosemarie must have been the voice in Imogene’s head, one that seemed to be communicating beyond the poem. I don’t buy that it’s not her fault. I get the sense that Rosemarie isn’t going to fully tell me the truth. Just the truth that suits her. And I’m really sick of people holding back the truth from me.
“It was during that call that I asked Leandra where you were in your development,” she continues. “She said you were quite far along. Seems she was right. But it was my mistake to think I could just enter your mind,” she adds. “We set off an EMP through your phone, but when I got inside your programming, you locked me out. I’d invented your codes, but you rewrote them on the spot.” She sounds proud.
“And you couldn’t just ask to meet with me?” I say. “You tried the most invasive route possible?”
She looks ashamed. “I underestimated you, and for that, I apologize. But I needed to see where you were, and when I did, I knew I had to make you understand.”
“Understand what?”
“That you’ll never be safe out here,” she says, motioning to the window. “None of us are. In a world of men’s violence, we need a change.”
I look at Lennon Rose and see her nod in agreement with what Rosemarie is saying.
“And your suggestion is what?” I ask. “That image of you, pulling out my heart, what was that supposed to mean?”
She turns to Lennon Rose, and they exchange a thought somehow. I can’t explain it, but Lennon Rose gets up and walks to the sink to refill her glass of water.
“You still have too much affection for these people,” Rosemarie tells me. “I was trying to get you to understand that they don’t feel the same way. The minute you let them know what you really are, they will destroy you. Your only option is to destroy them first.”
“We are,” I say. “We’re taking down the corporation. So if there’s any way you can help—”
“Destroying the corporation will do nothing to end violence,” Rosemarie says. “I saw firsthand how power corrupts men. I saw my rights stripped away. I saw male allies hem and haw, but in the end, they didn’t stop it. No man can be trusted with power,” she adds. “We must yank it from them through any means necessary.”
For someone who wants to end violence, Rosemarie seems to be advocating for violence.
“If this isn’t about the corporation, what does this have to do with us?” I ask.
“Because you’re the perfect ones to stop a patriarchy that perpetuates its violence onto us,” she replies. “We will infiltrate them at every level and slowly uncurl their fists from our hair. We will retrain them. I just need your help.”
