At sixteen, Martha kidnapped her surrogate son Karl from their private prison and the only home they had ever known. IKG Psinetics, the most sophisticated genetics laboratory on Earth, created, raised and trained her to be the best at something. But they never told her what that something was. The anonymous staff taught her nine tongues fluently and a survivable grasp of twenty more. She was a biopid, pronounced like myopic, they told her, a genetically modified human. She learned a barrage of espionage techniques, philosophy, math, science, wide-ranging social skills including seduction, and most especially, psychology, both Eastern and Western.
The staff never told her their names, so she came up with names for them, which they accepted with indifference. Doctor Bob, Doctor Harry, Doctor Marcia. If one got too close to her emotionally, as happened a couple of times, they disappeared. She never left.
At fifty, she knew more about psychology than anyone else on the face of the earth. She was a psychic, pronounced like tripod, they told her, a reincarnation of Freud. But they were wrong. The Oedipus Complex was off, for one thing: Martha took Karl with her, but she left him at McDonald's (pronounced like "orange"). The psychology of surrogate motherhood was to be her next study.
Opening: Kelly Mitchell.....Continuation: Rachel