by Sean Platt
“Oh. Then how were you able to maintain integrity before the cypher was inserted?”
“I’m different,” Integer7 said.
“Sure. Of course.” Killian paused. Then he said, “But how — ”
“I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Killian,” the patient said, “but are you planning to answer my fucking question at some point?”
Killian felt his heart leap up to the top of his throat, grab his epiglottis, and hang on tight.
“Sir! Of course. I’m so sorry. I tend to prattle on when excited. The problem with the dislocation paradigm was that whenever there was an archive in two places, meaning two copies of a mind — say, on The Beam and in one of these artificial bodies — there was always confusion from…from somewhere…about which to make real and alive, as it were. Like Frankenstein’s monster.” Killian mimed pulling a giant knife switch and giving a mad scientist’s grin, but his effort seemed to fall flat.
“But I solved that.”
“The insertion of the second sequence caused it. Yes, sir.”
“I solved it,” Integer7 clarified.
“Yes. The AI was able to extract your sequence from Mr. York while he was with the girl.”
“Does York realize what happened?”
“I don’t think so, sir. We’re watching him, of course. But for all intents and purposes, he seems to believe that he simply traveled from one virtual place to another. He does not seem to realize they were in a hole.”
“And the girl?”
“She vanished, sir. We’re not sure.”
Killian thought his patient might take umbrage, but said nothing.
“I’m not sure how it worked, sir, but it did. It’s like there was a piece of…well, of you…inside Mr. York? When we made the transfer, it lit right up as if the two pieces recognized each other. I daresay it wouldn’t have worked without that other piece.”
“It wouldn’t have.”
“How does it work, sir? We’ve been trying to crack dislocation here at Xenia for decades. May I ask how you managed?”
The patient sat up in the cradle, loose download wires sliding from his shoulders to pool in the thing’s bottom. His head turned to face Killian.
“No. You may not.”
Killian blinked. “Oh. Yes. Of course, sir.”
Integer7’s hands went to his new head, which was specified to be like his old head. To his new hair, like his old hair. Across his arms and chest. Then they reached out for the small, round glasses on the table by the cradle. The ones his estate had given Killian such a hard time about procuring.
“I’d like a mirror.”
Killian practically clapped. “Oh! Of course. Yes. This is the exciting part, isn’t it? Like unwrapping a present. All that hard work. All that time! I can’t even imagine. And this is a triumph for me, too, seeing as — ”
Integer7 was staring into Killian’s eyes.
“Yes,” Killian said, his manner dampening. “Well then, of course. It’s right here, sir.”
Killian stood by the foot of the cradle, pushed the wheeled thing around in a half circle, then stood beside the patient. Together, they looked at the new body and the new mind inhabiting it from behind its curious little round glasses.
The patient watched his reflection. He tipped his chin down then up. He rubbed his cheek. He ran a hand through his short brown hair.
“Welcome home, Mr. West,” Killian said.
Shit From Brains
Hey all, and welcome to “Shit From Brains,” which is what we call our author’s notes these days. We used to call them “Author’s Notes” and I (Johnny) never wanted to write them because the whole concept seemed boring. Like I’d need to wear a beret and pontificate about the general difficulty of life and writing, or otherwise find something super meaningful to say. Who wants to do that? Nobody, that’s who. So we decided that if we made them crude- and irreverent-sounding, I’d write more of them because that’s more fun and I’d know I could be casual. And if you don’t like the title … well, you just read The Beam and there’s a few swear words in there. So fuck it. We’ll keep it cleaner in our kids’ stuff. Maybe like “Brain Stuff,” though then it’ll seem like an anatomy lesson.
(Fun side note: The first “Shit From Brains” I wrote under that title was for a book called Dead City. That book won’t come out until after this book and a few others, but I wrote the author’s note first. Anyway, Dead City is a zombie thriller — we think of it as The Walking Dead meets All the President’s Men — so the whole “brains” thing felt right on. But hey, look! It works for The Beam too.)
So, right. About the third season of The Beam.
You should be reading this after finishing the book, so I won’t be careful about spoilers. Let’s just come out and say it: The Beam is a complicated world. It was our job in this season to … well … not simplify it at all, but to at least tie up some of the mystery so readers weren’t being strung along forever. It’s been three full seasons now and we’ve given you a lot to wonder about, but three is a nice neat number and it made sense to both of us to sweep the floors a bit … giving some sense of closure (though God, not all of it by far) to this first threesome.
In Sean’s words, we wanted to “close ten boxes and open three new ones.” So we had some questions to answer.
Questions like, Who is SerenityBlue?
Where is Noah West, if he’s anywhere, and what’s become of him?
What happened to Noah?
And, what will happen at Shift?
So we tried to answer a lot of those questions for you, at least part way. This season we learned a lot. We learned about the truth behind Respero. We learned how Leo began the Organa movement and how his people got addicted. We saw what happened when they went fully off Lunis, and how Leo tried (he did try!) to solve the problem … by “fixing methadone withdrawal by going back to heroin.” And more and more and more.
And of course, we wanted to slash the Gordian knot. The Beam has sprawled, so some of these plot lines needed to be trimmed. We have so much we still want to explore (ramifications of Project Mindbender, anyone?) and characters we want to introduce, but we knew you’d get lost if we didn’t trim the tribe (and associated open storylines) first, while hopefully also giving you satisfying resolution to the first three seasons as a “quasi unit,” with many more seasons of this series to come. And what’s more, we wanted to do all of this in a way that hopefully felt harmonious. Meaning: we didn’t just want to slap answers onto these questions; we wanted to delve back through the first two seasons, find unanswered questions, and braid them all together.
For instance, we didn’t just want to figure out what the reappearance of Project Mindbender meant for our characters and the NAU. We wanted to answer that question by calling back to things you’ve seen before: Respero, the strangeness of The Beam once an adept dips below the surface, and the disturbances someone like Serenity sees … yet doesn’t understand herself.
We have big ideas for Season Four (due out in 2016 if you’re not reading this in 2017 or later … or, for that matter, in 2097), but I’d be lying if we knew more about Season Four now than we did going into Season Three. The truth of all our Realm & Sands stories is that we as authors learn about them right there in the pages, not do different from you.
Integer7’s real identity? Hell, we found that out ONE DAY before I wrote that scene. But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t always true. It IS always true. Remember, we’re not really creating these stories, so much as acting as their caretakers, here to find what we can and make it all coherent.
Sean and I hope you enjoyed this third season. We both agree it’s the single most complicated thing we’ve written to date — though we sure hope (and think) it’ll be sensible for you as the reader in the end. But it was really gratifying to pull a project like this off. Because shit, we had our doubts in the middle.
If you like what we do, you really have no excuse not to be on our mailing list. I know, I know: maili
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If you join our list, you’ll get Invasion books 1+2 for FREE. So that’s reason #1 right there to sign up: FREE MOTHERFUCKING BOOKS. But there’s another, and that’s deals on books, which are sometimes discounted at release, etc. Not enough for you? Okay, we do contests, too. We give stuff away. And if that’s not enough, we also write stunning and charming prose in our emails. All the cool kids are on the Realm & Sands email list. You know it’s true.
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Thanks for reading!
Johnny (and Sean)
September 2015
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ABOUT THE AUTHORS
Johnny B. Truant is an author, blogger, and podcaster who, like the Ramones, was long denied induction into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame despite having a large cult following. He makes his online home at JohnnyBTruant.com and is the author of the Fat Vampire series and many, many other books.
You can connect with Johnny on Twitter at @JohnnyBTruant, and you should totally send him an email at [email protected] if the mood strikes you.
Sean Platt is speaker, author, and co-founder of the Collective Inkwell, home to breakout indie hits like Yesterday’s Gone, WhiteSpace, and the traditionally published titles, Z 2134 and Monstrous co-authored with David W. Wright. Sean is also co-founder of genre hopping, reader loved Realm & Sands, with the spiritual epic Unicorn Western, future history of The Beam, and the revenge thriller, Namaste.
You can find Sean at SeanMPlatt.Com, Follow him on Twitter at @SeanPlatt, or email him at [email protected].
Johnny and Sean, along with David Wright (the guy whose curmudgeony stance on western research inspired the Unicorn Western series) host two podcasts: the horror/comedy show Better Off Undead and the Self Publishing Podcast. Both podcasts are available on iTunes and the other podcast directories, as well as on Stitcher Radio, and both are for mature audiences only.
