Nemesis
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‘Supposed to? Is this part of your big Transcended theory?’
Zoe’s favourite topic of conversation since The Harvesting had been the Transcended and why they hadn’t directly intervened already. She still believed them responsible for everything the swarm had done. Mark wasn’t so sure.
‘Yes,’ she said. ‘That’s why they gave us all this stuff. The vacuum-drive, self-building habitats, all of it. It’s too much of a coincidence otherwise. To get so many useful technologies at once, just when we need them?’
Mark snorted. ‘I still say it’s a pretty funny way of trying to help. We might all be dead by next year.’
‘We won’t,’ she said. ‘There’s a plan to all of this. You’ll see. There’s a reason the Photurians haven’t attacked again. Just like there’s a reason their code was so weirdly easy to hack.’
‘Which is?’
Zoe shrugged. ‘No idea. I’m just sure it’ll be a good one.’
‘This is quite the religious conversion for a paranoid Vartian Institute agent, you realise.’
‘You always say that, but you can be optimistic and paranoid at the same time, you know. Just because they’re out to get you doesn’t mean they want you dead.’
Mark laughed.
Ash pinged them from the bridge. ‘Are we ready?’ he said. ‘I’m getting queries from the battle cruisers.’
‘Let’s go,’ said Zoe. ‘We have a future to build.’
Mark nodded and spread his mind out into the machinery of the carrier. The field built as they spun. The curious vacuum-envelope slid down. And on wings of liquid night, he lifted up his precious cargo and whisked it away to the stars.
23: EPILOGUE
23.1: WILL
Will woke on a bed of scarlet moss near a trickling stream. A thousand fairy chandeliers lit the roof far overhead. A soft, moist breeze tickled his skin. He sat up and rubbed his head. He felt fuzzy. There was something important he was supposed to remember, but he couldn’t recall what it was. He’d been angry. He’d made some kind of discovery that he had to share. He blinked. He couldn’t place it now.
Another Will walked up to him and peered down into his face. ‘How are you feeling?’
‘Weird,’ said Will. ‘My memories are kind of messy. My interface doesn’t feel right.’
‘Do you remember the important thing?’ said the roboteer standing over him.
Will shook his head. ‘I can’t get it straight. Something about the planet, perhaps. Or how we got here.’
The standing Will smiled awkwardly at that. Because obviously they’d always been there.
Will peered up at the other version of himself. ‘Are there supposed to be two of us?’ he said.
Will Two gestured with open hands. ‘I’m not sure. I admit it was unexpected.’ He pointed across the meadow, towards the nearest junction. ‘Maybe we should go and ask them,’ he said.
Will sat up straight and squinted into the distance.
About half a kilometre away, a crowd of Wills had come together to talk.
‘They’re sharing memories, I think,’ said Will Two. ‘Trying to get this all sorted out.’
‘I guess there are a lot of us,’ said Will One.
‘It looks that way. A whole planetful, maybe. I’m pretty sure we’ll be able to solve it together.’
Will One nodded. ‘Makes sense.’
His doppelgänger gave him a hand up and together they walked down to join the waking throng.
ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
Special thanks to Graham Lamb, Sarah Pinborough, my agent John Jarrold, the fantastic team at Gollancz, and to those generous insightful friends who helped me debug it all: Dave G, Kate, DeeDee, K, Shayla, James, Maciek, Tony and Dave S.
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