by M. D. Cooper
“Cara,” Brit said. “Give him space. He did help me when I was on the clinic.”
“He was probably helping himself. He wanted to get away from Cal Kraft as much as anyone would.”
“It wasn’t like that,” Kylan said.
“Enough,” Brit said. “We need to get the container with the AI onboard Sunny Skies. Fugia Wong said there are others? Where did they put them?”
“They’re in the safe room,” Cara said, still scowling at Kylan. “On the other side of the garden.”
Brit nodded. “That’s a good hiding spot.” She motioned for Kylan to get out of the way and activated the airlock. When the doors slid open, her mom stepped quickly into the shuttle and called for Cara to follow her.
Kylan stayed in the corridor as Cara followed. Em sniffed the air from the shuttle then decided to stay behind.
“Help me lift this,” Brit said, positioning herself at one end of a thick plas crate.
Cara took the opposite set of handles. When her mom told her to lift, she struggled with her end of the crate. She thought it was going to be too heavy until she managed to bend her knees and lift. Together, the carried the crate back into the corridor.
“Kylan,” Brit commanded. “Take the other side and help Cara.”
“I don’t want his help,” Cara said.
“Kylan,” Brit said, ignoring her. “Take that handle. Cara, you let go. You aren’t strong enough to carry it on your own.”
Tears stung Cara’s eyes. Why did her mom have to be so gruff? She’d been strong plenty of times. She’d piloted the ship when Dad was outside working on the sensor arrays. She’d helped Dad to the autodoc. She’d helped Petral distract the Mars 1 Guard. Her mom had no idea what she could do.
But Brit was right, Cara’s hands were slipping on the handles. She wanted to dump the crate and cross her arms as it hit the deck, spilling whatever stupid things were inside.
Reluctantly, she let Kylan take one side of the crate and they carried it back down the corridor with Em trotting behind. It took another struggle to get it up the shaft into the safe room, with Brit and Kylan pushing from the bottom and Cara pulling as she guided the crate into the safe room.
When all three of them were in the cramped chamber, Cara noticed her mom’s surprised face when she saw another flat crate leaned against one wall, almost as if she recognized it. Cara wanted to ask her what it was but her dad’s voice over the intercom stopped her.
“Brit,” he said. “Meet me at the hab airlock. We’re in position near the Forward Kindness. We’ll use your shuttle to get over there.”
“It’s not my shuttle,” Brit said under her breath. She nodded at Kylan. “Hear that? We’re leaving.”
Cara felt pained to see the flat response on Petral’s face.
“Where are we going?” Kylan asked. “I just got here.”
“We’re going to steal more of Heartbridge’s toys to use against them,” Brit said. She squinted at Kylan. “Maybe you should let this Petral out. I need a fighter. You were a fighter once, Kylan.”
“I know.”
“Can you fight again?”
Cara climbed into the chute, hands on the ladder, not wanting to look at Kylan anymore.
“Maybe,” he mumbled.
Brit slapped him on the shoulder. “We’ll see,” she said. “Let’s go. Follow Cara back down.”
Cara didn’t wait to help Kylan down the ladder. She made the drop using the soles of her shoes as brakes the way she and Tim had done when playing. She hit the bottom of the ladder and turned around to find Em grinning at her. She scooped him up and went out into the hallway. She didn’t know why but she wanted to go back to the command deck without her mom or Kylan, so she could walk in and see her Dad and Fran. She could imagine Tim was in the day room and just for a second pretend everything was all right.
Em yipped as she accidentally squeezed him too hard.
“I know,” she said quietly. “It’s time to stop pretending.” Cara nuzzled the dog. “I know.”
CHAPTER FIVE
STELLAR DATE: 09.23.2981 (Adjusted Years)
LOCATION: Sunny Skies
REGION: Jovian L1 Hildas Asteroids, Jovian Combine, OuterSol
Andy was adjusting the juice dispenser in the kitchen when he heard footfalls come down the passageway and stop in the doorway behind him. Even though it had been years since that pattern had reached his ears, he knew it without having to turn.
“Hello, Brit,” he said, keeping his focus on the dispenser’s nozzle.
There was no answer beyond the footfalls continuing into the galley. He tried the dispenser and filled a glass half-full with Tim’s favorite grape-aid, then turned to see his wife—his something or other—standing beside one of the tables with her arms crossed. She had a look on her face that reminded him of when they would spar back in training. When she planned to teach him a move by beating him senseless.
“There’s something I need to understand,” she said. “Cara said something when she saw Kylan—Petral, I guess her name is.”
Andy pursed his lips. Seeing Petral like that was heartbreaking. Knowing what Kylan was going through wasn’t much better. The boy had no idea what to do with himself.
“I can’t believe anyone would do something like that,” Andy said after a moment. “It’s monstrous.”
“What does that make you?” Brit asked. “Are you just a meat-puppet for Lyssa?”
Andy grimaced. “That’s a really unpleasant way to think of it. And no. Lyssa does not control me.”
“So you do have an AI in there!” Brit’s voice rose in pitch as she took a step closer to Andy, staring into his eyes as though she were trying to see the AI in his skull. “How do I know I’m not talking to her right now?”
“Lyssa is one of those you wanted to save,” Andy said before taking a sip of water. “How’s that for irony? You leave us to go gallivanting across Sol, and I’m the one that ends up rescuing children from Heartbridge.”
Brit’s mouth flattened out into a thin line. “I just saved hundreds.”
Andy wanted to remind her that without his ship—without Lyssa operating Sunny Skies’ weapons, her rescue would have been short-lived.
He was saved extensive internal deliberation by Lyssa.
Brit opened her mouth to furnish a retort, but then closed it once more. She ran a hand through her short hair and shook her head. “You have a point, Lyssa. But why? What are you doing in Andy?”
“By way of Callisto,” Andy added.
“Right, your little errand for Fugia. She’s a crafty one…”
Andy gave a rueful laugh. “You can say that again. She has her own set of goals in all this—whatever this is.”
“How is that possible?” Brit asked. “You’re all AIs.”
Brit was staring at Andy intently and he found himself counting the seconds before she blinked.
“I guess that makes sense,” Brit finally said. “How do I know I can trust you?”
“Lyssa saved Tim and me back at Mars 1,” Andy said. “And she just saved you by running our cannons.”
He held off saying that Lyssa’s actions a half hour ago may have cost them Tim. He knew she thought she had done the best she could. And even AIs could make mistakes. He just wasn’t ready to think about it yet.
Brit nodded. “I guess that’s going to have to be good enough. We need to get onto the shuttle. I don’t like the idea of
bringing Sunny Skies too close to that station.”
Andy couldn’t agree more. “I’ll go talk to Fugia and the Senator one more time about bringing Harl. Petral would be even better, but…well….”
Brit nodded. “Yeah. Meet you at the shuttle in ten.”
Andy watched his wife—Brit…she was just Brit now—walk out of the galley, her chitinous armor glinting in the light. She looked at home in it, cold steel, carbon fiber, and menace. It suited her a lot more than mother.
Lyssa said after a moment.
Andy shook his head.
CHAPTER SIX
STELLAR DATE: 09.23.2981 (Adjusted Years)
LOCATION: Shuttle 26-12 docked with Forward Kindness
REGION: Jovian L1 Hildas Asteroids, Jovian Combine, OuterSol
Andy fit his helmet in place and faced the shuttle bay door. Brit and Harl Nines followed, adjusting sections of their suits before giving him a thumbs-up to cycle the opening. The shuttle door slid back, revealing the dim interior of a cargo bay.
Fugia and the Senator had finally acquiesced to Harl joining them after Andy had explained that his assistance would make their mission more likely to succeed, which would see them on their way sooner.
They still weren’t happy about it, though.
Harl cleared his throat.
Lyssa said.
Several crates were stacked against a wall to his right, and three others floated free in the middle of the space, their cargo locks apparently having failed at some point. He followed the corners of the bay until he found the closed doors of a secondary airlock on the left side of the far wall.
Andy started at the sight of a squat transport drone slumped in the corner. When the mech remained powered down, he continued walking.
Even in storage configuration, the Forward Kindness had emergency lights that flickered on as they approached new sections of the ship. Andy moved quickly, aware of the fact that if sensors could turn on lights, they could also broadcast his team’s location if anyone was bothering to look. Fran and Cara were both on alert for transmissions from the mothballed ship, and he was counting on speed as their greatest offensive measure. Even if Kraft figured out they were on the ship, it would take him at least twenty minutes to get a response team on board. By then, Andy planned to be back on the shuttle, headed for the station. However, that didn’t account for any onboard weapons systems that might be waiting for intruders.
Andy stepped through the secondary airlock.
Harl said.
Andy grimaced.
Andy shook his head.
Harl made a disgusted sound.
Brit gave Andy a piercing look, and sent a private message.
The tall man shrugged. Brit waved a glove at them and turned down the opposite corridor, walking stiffly in her mag boots.
Andy checked the ship’s schematics in his HUD one more time and started walking again. Once they left the cargo section of the ship, the walls shifted to the smooth ceramic material Heartbridge also used in their clinics. The place reminded Andy of some human-sized ant farm.
Andy didn’t know if that meant she didn’t trust Lyssa but didn’t want to get into it again—especially not right now. He was doing his best to focus on the task at hand, not on Lyssa’s earlier actions that may have caused all of this. It had never occurred to him that she might influence a situation, and now he needed to think of her like one of the kids: What problem might arise in any given situation where she was present? How was she in danger? How might she put them in danger?
Just like the kids, it didn’t do him any good to get angry with them. He could be frustrated with a situation but had to remember that they didn’t know any better. It was his job to see three steps ahead.
At least Tim was alive. She had solved that problem, even if there had been other options.
“Your wife doesn’t listen to anyone, does she?” Harl asked through his helmet speaker.
Jarred from his thoughts, Andy said, “She has her own way of doing things.”
“The Collective was founded on ideals of equality and individual expression. Marriage was explicitly excluded as an ancient method of societal control. Its nature enables the exploitative hierarchies still prevalent on Mars and Terra.”
“I’m not disagreeing with you,” Andy said, checking an open doorway into an empty stateroom.
“Some argue that partnerships between parents are the best method to rear children, but it’s always been said that the future belongs to the Collective. Most view natural childbirth as reckless anyway.”
“Why does everything you say sound like you’ve memorized it?” Andy asked, irritated. “There are still plenty of poor people on Terra, and I imagine Mars as well, popping out kids the old-fashioned way. That seems to be humanity’s fundamental skill: making more humans, whatever the situation.”
“The Anderson Collective was founded to
elevate human nature.”
Andy glanced back at Harl. “I suppose that’s why they hate AI?”
“AI are not human. They deserve our respect as another equal entity. It is firmly within the edicts of the Collectives charter to recognize and support other sentience.”
“It sounds like Senator Walton is the only person in the AC who still believes that.”
“There are others,” Harl said.
“But she still had to leave?”
“The situation has become heated. There was an attempt on her life and it was decided she would be safer in exile on the Cho. She can still communicate with her constituents from there.”
“Sure,” Andy said. They had passed through an open area that looked like a training room of some kind. Several lockers contained only hand weapons.
Andy didn’t like the reference to Lyssa as a servant but the AI answered before he could correct Brit.
Lyssa said.
Beyond the training room were a series of crew quarters, followed by another galley and then what looked like a planning section with several empty holodisplays.
