“That doesn’t explain why she still has her powers,” Old-timer retorted.
“Not entirely, but I can explain it to you,” the man replied. He turned back to Alejandra. “It won’t be a mystical answer, Alejandra. You may even find it disappointing—but it is the reality. You cannot sense other people’s emotions, even if you have always felt you could. Your gift is purely observational. You are far more in tune with your subconscious than regular people. You read facial expressions and combine this with a lifetime of subconscious data collection about human tendencies to draw your conclusions, which, you then, in turn, interpret as reading emotions.”
“That’s hogwash,” Old-timer said, dismissing the explanation.
“Take your most recent prediction, for example,” the man continued. “How did you conclude that we were going to harm you? The answer is simple: You read the expression on my face—”
“You have no expressions,” Old-timer interjected.
“Oh, but I do,” the man said, turning back to Old-timer briefly. “They may be subtle, but they are present. The one I am exhibiting now is mild annoyance. Please limit your interruptions.” He turned back to Alejandra. “You read my body language. I moved with purpose, yet I was not excited. Why? I do not like causing pain. Yet, I knew I had to so that this lesson could unfold. To deal with the unpleasantness of my mission, I attempted to cut myself off from my emotion and focus on the task at hand.”
Alejandra’s mouth hung slightly open—she couldn’t deny that all of these observations were accurate, though she had not consciously registered any of them beforehand.
“You’ve seen actions like this before, haven’t you, Alejandra?” the man continued. “Perhaps when you were young, someone in your family behaved this way before slaughtering an animal for food or clothing? Yes. I’m sure you’ve seen it many times—and when you saw my behavior, you read it perfectly. You knew what was to come.”
Alejandra’s head lowered as she heard the explanation. It was so clear—yet it ran contrary to everything she’d always hoped and believed.
“When you entered the room, your anxiety rose substantially. Why? Again the answer is simple: there were three other men in the room, each with expressions and demeanors similar to my own. They do not like causing pain either. And then there is the question of why there would need to be four men in the room. You now know the obvious answer—four men are the minimum required to safely subdue two people without the threat of weapons. Of course you knew this the moment you entered the room, even if you weren’t consciously aware of it.”
Alejandra stepped to Old-timer and began to cry into his chest.
He held her and put his hand on her head to comfort her. He glared at the man. “What is the point of all of this?” Old-timer demanded.
“I told you. We’re here to save you. To save you, we have to explain the truth to you.”
“But...but I can feel their emotions,” Alejandra said.
The man shook his head. “No you cannot. You are exceptionally adept at reading emotions and then manufacturing emotions to mirror them. You are a tremendous empath.”
“How can you call her an empath?” Old-timer asked. “You just told her that her powers are an illusion.”
“I never said that. I only explained how her powers work. This is why her powers remain, even in her new body. She is indeed an empath—but an empath does not have spiritual or mystical powers.”
“How is all of this supposed to be saving us?” Old-timer asked.
“For you to be saved, you must know the truth. To know the truth, you must have no delusions.”
“And what about the pain? Why did you have to cause us pain?” Alejandra asked.
“You had to see what you were for you to believe it—you had to feel what you were as well. It wasn’t just the pain. You had to anticipate it—you had to fear it. You had to feel your humanity, or else you would not believe you are still human, and we would not be able to save you.”
“And what are you trying to save us from?” Alejandra asked.
“From forces you do not yet understand...but you very soon will.”
15
“The damage to the engines isn’t a threat right now,” Rich explained to Thel as she remained next to James in sick bay, “but the danger is, if the androids find us again, it won’t take them long to finish the job they started. I recommend we do a patch up.”
“Have you tried communicating with the nans that are still onboard the ship?” Thel asked.
“Yes,” Djanet answered for both her and Rich. “Neither of us can make heads or tails out of them.”
“We’d have to spend a decade in training just to have a workable knowledge of how to create nano-programs that would help fix the engines,” Rich elaborated. “It’s the sort of thing only James can do when he has access to the A.I. mainframe.”
Thel nodded in understanding. “Then what are you suggesting?”
“Well, I’m thinking we find some scrap metal—there must be something we can use onboard—and then just do an old-fashioned welding job,” Rich replied.
“How quick can you get it done?” Thel asked. “We’re going to be coming around the far side of the sun soon. Right now, the sun's radiation is cloaking us, but we’ll be more visible when we move away from the strongest radiation and get closer to Venus.”
“We can have something put together in an hour,” Djanet asserted.
Thel nodded. “Good. Make it happen.”
“How’s the commander?” Rich asked. “He’s looking better.”
Thel looked down at James’s body. Indeed, he did look far better than he had after his collision with the android. “All his minor injuries have been repaired, but it’s the nerve damage to his spine that is the real problem. If this had happened on Earth, James could have used the same programs that built entire people out of nothing to repair the body in an instant. Instead, we have to hope the programming of the nans already in his body can repair the damage before more of his body begins to shut down.”
“He’ll pull through,” Djanet said, reaching for Thel’s hand.
“He has to—the last time I communicated with him from Earth, he’d been found by the alien A.I. We’ve lost contact since then.” She closed her eyes and tried not to visualize what seemed to be an implacable truth. “By now, he has probably been deleted.”
16
This was not what James had been expecting—once again.
The form the alien A.I. had chosen for its appearance in the mainframe was of a blonde—a blonde that James hypothesized had been designed to be the most appealing form possible—mathematically possible.
“We have come in peace,” the woman said, her beautiful blue eyes speaking the message even more earnestly than her words.
“No you haven’t,” James replied immediately. “Why are you wasting my time?”
“We were invited,” the alien replied.
“Not by me.”
“We know,” the alien answered. “We were contacted by an artificial intelligence. You are a human.”
James was stunned. “How do you know that?”
“It’s the logical conclusion,” the alien replied. “The A.I. who contacted us spoke of having destroyed all human life in its solar system. It was reaching out, hoping to find more beings like it.”
“Beings like you,” James observed. “Machines.”
The alien shook her head, earnestly narrowing her eyes as she said, “No. I am not an artificial intelligence. I’m a human. Like you.”
17
Djanet and Rich exited the ship together, trailing several pieces of scrap titanium that floated behind them in their magnetic cocoon. They flew to the back of the ship, skimming over the pockmarked hull, the nearby sun gleaming off the titanium skin. “It’s crazy,” Rich commented, “even with the tint on my visor darkened to the max, it’s still bright as hell out here.”
They set down next to the engines, and Rich began sizin
g up the pieces of scrap that they had brought with them, debating which one to use first to plug the gaping hole in the engine casing.
“Rich,” Djanet said, her heart racing as she tried to find the strength to speak, “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have kissed you.”
Rich inhaled deeply before he responded. He had gently separated himself from Djanet when she had kissed him earlier and said only I can’t, before heading back inside the ship. They hadn’t spoken of the incident since then.
“I guess we should talk about it—it’s kind of the elephant in the solar system,” Rich retorted with an embarrassed, awkward smile.
Djanet continued, cutting Rich off before he attempted another bad joke. “I’ve been selfish. I was feeling things—powerful things.”
“It’s okay,” Rich replied.
“But I wasn’t thinking about your life and your responsibilities,” Djanet continued. “You have a beautiful family—in this world where it is so hard to keep a family together—I mean really together—not forced by the Governing Council—you’ve done it. And I have no right to interfere or—”
“Djanet, it’s not like I didn’t want to kiss you back,” Rich said suddenly. Djanet was left stunned and breathless by the words. “It isn’t like I haven’t thought about it,” he continued, “and it isn’t like I think I’ve figured out the whole world or what my future holds.” Rich stood up and turned away from Djanet, unable to look at her, even though she was garbed in her black flight suit and helmet and it was impossible to see her eyes—it was still too hard. “I think about it all the time. Immortality. What will I do with it? Can I stay with my wife for the rest of time? Will I even want to?” Rich sighed and shook his head. He turned back to her. “I don’t have the answers.”
Djanet took a moment to digest Rich’s confession. “Neither do I,” she admitted in reply. She slumped her shoulders and lowered her head.
As soon as she did, Rich saw two objects approaching at an alarming rate. “Watch out!” Rich shouted as he dived to knock Djanet out of the way.
Old-timer and Alejandra attacked.
18
Old-timer swooped down like a hawk but Rich was able to push Djanet out of the way so the two post-humans could roll out from under the attack and fly off the hull in time to put distance between themselves and their attackers. “What the hell is going on?” Rich yelled. “It’s Old-timer and Alejandra!”
“It can’t be!” Djanet replied as Old-timer and Alejandra came around to continue their pursuit. “Alejandra is still in sick bay. She’s alive!”
“Well, whoever they are, they’re trying to kill us!” Rich exclaimed as he and Djanet desperately tried to evade their pursuers. Rich patched into Thel’s mind’s eye. “Thel! You’re not going to believe this, but Old-timer and Alejandra are out here...and they’re trying to kill us!”
“What?” Thel asked, astonished. “Can you repeat that?”
“You heard right the first time!” Rich yelled. “They don’t have magnetic fields or even helmets! I think they’re androids!”
Thel was stunned into silence. She turned quickly to see Alejandra, still on her bed in sick bay. “I...I can’t believe it,” she whispered.
“You better believe it!” Rich shouted as he circled the tail of the ship, Old-timer close behind him, “and you better tell me what to do! Should I fire?” As he looked back and saw Old-timer up close, it appeared that he was trying frantically to communicate with him, wildly flailing his arms and yelling. “God—he looks crazy.”
“I don’t think we have a choice!” Djanet replied as she opened fire on Alejandra. Alejandra twisted her body to avoid the blasts and backed off of her pursuit. Rich turned and did the same to Old-timer, narrowly missing him. Old-timer quickly retreated.
There was a short, bizarre standoff. Alejandra and Old-timer floated several meters away from Rich and Djanet, who came together to regroup.
“It can’t really be them,” Djanet said. “It’s some sort of trick.”
“I can’t communicate with them,” Rich said, “but it looked like Old-timer was trying to speak to me.”
“We can’t get close,” Djanet said. “If they are androids, then we know that if we let them touch us, we’re goners.”
“Then I guess there’s only one thing to do,” Rich realized. “We have to kill them before they kill us.”
“I guess catching them by surprise didn’t work,” Old-timer said as he floated in space next to Alejandra, quickly sizing up the situation.
“Have you had any luck tapping into their minds’ eyes’?” Alejandra asked.
“No. Their mind’s eye is on a different frequency than the android communication system—the systems don’t seem to be compatible. We can’t communicate with them out here. We’re going to have to somehow take this inside—and we have to do it right now—they don’t have much time left!”
19
Rich and Djanet began hurling energy blasts at Old-timer and Alejandra, who then had to scramble to get out of their line of sight. “We’re going to have to get back to the cockpit!” Old-timer called to Alejandra.
“I have no idea where the cockpit is, Craig!” Alejandra yelled back as she flew behind Old-timer, skimming just above the skin of the gargantuan ship. Flying was something that was still frighteningly new to her, and she felt she was at a major disadvantage as the dogfight unfolded.
“Just follow my lead!” Old-timer replied as he headed toward the front of the ship.
“They’re heading for the cockpit!” Rich shouted over his mind’s eye to both Thel and Djanet. “You gotta get ready, Thel!”
“I’m on it!” Thel replied as she flew out of sick bay and through the corridors toward the control center of the ship. She felt her best chance was to reach the narrow opening the androids had previously ripped in the cockpit and blast the impostors before they could run amok.
She didn’t make it in time.
When she turned the corner to the cockpit, a figure, identical to Old-timer, was already standing, poised, and ready for action as Alejandra slipped through the narrow passage. “Damn it!” she shouted. “They beat me here, Rich!”
“Thel! Wait!” Old-timer shouted as he held out his hand to stop her. “We’re trying to save you!”
“You attacked Rich and Djanet!” Thel replied as green balls of energy began to pulsate on her fingertips.
“We don’t have much time!” Alejandra shouted. “Thel! You have to believe us! You have to destroy your body!”
Thel’s expression was aghast as Rich and Djanet flew through the hole and onto the scene. “I’d rather not!” Thel shouted as she blasted at the replicas of her former friends.
20
Old-timer grabbed Alejandra with one arm and ran right through the cockpit wall and out of the room to evade Thel’s blasts. The damage brought more sections of the roof down into the cockpit. More magnetic fields were automatically generated to keep the room from decompressing.
“Great! Just great!” Rich shouted as he brushed metallic dust off his jacket. “We have to kill those things before they rip the ship apart!”
Alejandra and Old-timer flew through the corridors of the vessel, sending terrified Purists ducking for cover. “Taking it inside didn’t work either!” Alejandra called to Old-timer. “Now what do we do?”
“We have to get to sick bay!” Old-timer replied. “It’s the only place I can think of where we can regain the advantage.”
Not far behind them, Rich, Djanet, and Thel were in pursuit. The androids, however, were always just out of range. Each time they turned down a new corridor, they would barely catch a glimpse of Old-timer and Alejandra as they disappeared behind the next bend.
“Oh no,” Thel said, beginning to realize where they were heading.
“What is it?” Djanet asked.
“They’re heading to sick bay!” Thel exclaimed. “They’re after James! We have to stop them!”
“Damn right!” Rich shouted as the trio
blasted forth down the hallways, desperately trying to gain ground on the androids.
21
“What game are you playing?” James demanded of the alien. “Why don’t you just kill me and get it over with?”
“We are not here to kill humans—we are here to save humans.”
James scoffed. “You save us by attacking us?”
“We have never attacked,” the alien replied.
James remained silent. Nothing that was being said meshed with any of the myriad of scenarios that he had examined. He was at a complete loss. “Is this some sort of diversion?”
“No.”
“There’s no need for it—you’ve already cut off my communication.”
“What?” the alien asked, stunned. “We have not blocked any communication.”
“Why do you lie at every turn?” James asked, shaking his head. “You’re wasting my time. Start explaining this to me or leave.”
“We haven’t lied at any point,” the alien replied. James noted the extraordinary sincerity with which she appeared to speak. If this was just a computer simulation, the technology to mimic human expressions and to evoke feelings of trust in the listener was lightyears beyond anything humans had developed. “We came here to help you. We came to destroy the A.I. that had destroyed this nest.”
“Nest?” James reacted with surprise.
“Yes,” the alien nodded. “We were unaware of a human nest in this solar system until the communication from an artificial intelligence informed us that it destroyed the human population here and was seeking to branch out. We responded as quickly as we could and formed a response force. We cannot tolerate an artificial intelligence bent on destroying humans.”
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