The Cyber Chronicles VIII
Scorpion Lord
T C Southwell
Published by T C Southwell at Smashwords
Copyright © 2011 by T C Southwell
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Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter One
A jab of pain forced Sabre from the dark cocoon of unconsciousness, and he became aware that he lay on something hard and cold. Awareness returned in waves, receding at the soft tug of the darkness before it washed him up onto the shore of wakefulness again as a fresh twinge came from his hand. His eyelids seemed to be made of lead, and he struggled to open them, wincing at a stab of bright light. He squinted as another sharp pain shot from his hand. Turning his head, he discovered that a metal band encircled his throat, pinning him to the cold surface. He tensed, his awareness increasing as a rush of adrenalin quickened his blood, and found that his wrists and ankles were pinned as well, making movement impossible.
His mind was devoid of scrolling data or flashing lights, and he realised that the cyber was off and activated it. Reams of data from the scanners and tactical computer appeared in the darkness behind his eyes, and a red warning light captured his attention. A human life sign flashed in close proximity, and the tactical analysis flagged it as Myon Two personnel. He turned his head further, the brightness hurting his eyes. A plump, balding man in a white technician's uniform stood over him, his hard brown eyes glinting above a bulbous nose and a rat-trap mouth.
"So, you're awake. Good." His eyes flicked to Sabre's brow band, a calculating look in them.
Sabre tried to speak, found that his mouth was too dry and bit the inside of his cheek to moisten it. "Where am I?"
"Wow, that's amazing. I've heard the stories, of course, but... you really are self-aware. I didn't believe it at first, but here you are, living proof."
"Who are you?"
The man chuckled, shaking his head. "Incredible. You actually sound human. I'm Cyber Tech Jorran Parmal, and you're my special project."
Sabre frowned. "I'm on Myon Two?"
"No, no, of course not. We're not idiots, you know. Although the chances of Overlord Fairen even finding out that you're gone are pretty much zero, but we can't take chances. No, you're on one of our outposts, in the Dramma Sector. Depressing place, but it's a well-kept secret."
"How did I get here?"
Jorran chuckled again. "You're full of questions, aren't you? We took you, of course. You didn't really think we'd just leave you on that backwater planet, did you? A free cyber? Not likely."
"How?"
Jorran sat on the stool beside the metal table on which Sabre lay. "Indeed, you may well ask that question. It was quite a mission, by all accounts. Six months of surveillance by four spies planted in the populace of the castle where you lived, sending back daily data to track your movements. They informed us of everything you did, including that little celebration where you drank wine. Not a good idea, for a cyber. Luckily for us, you chose to live in a stone dwelling, which was not very bright of you. So your scanners didn't pick up our men. All they had to do was shoot you with a tranquiliser dart while you slept, and presto, here you are, all nicely trussed like a lamb for slaughter."
Sabre turned his head to gaze at the brilliant overhead lights, swallowing. "What are you going to do to me?"
"Ah, now that's a really stupid question, isn't it?" Jorran sighed. "We're going to study you, of course, and when we're done, we're going to fix you. And if that doesn't work, well, we'll just put you into cryo-storage so we can use your DNA to spawn a new breed of cybers, ones that are immune to fire."
"I'm not immune to fire."
"Not entirely, no. I've seen the tests Grundel did, and it's fascinating stuff. A ninety per cent increase in your ability to withstand heat." Jorran shook his head. "Amazing."
"Why did you wake me up? You're not interested in a host's mind."
"Normally, no, most techs aren't. But as it happens, I am. What really interests me is how you can now control the cyber unit. Grundel discovered the additional reverse polarity in the implants, but that doesn't explain it entirely."
"I don't know any more than that."
"That's a shame. I was hoping you would. At least explain how you do it."
"I think about what I want it to do, and it does it."
Jorran typed on the keyboard beside him. "Interesting idea, but the cyber can't understand brain waves, or thoughts. It's a command unit, designed for one-way brain control. It uses it as storage medium, and it can convert memories into digital display data, but the host's thoughts are... supposed to be non-existent, but let's just say unintelligible, for argument's sake."
"You know perfectly well that every host is capable of cognisant thought. They're just trapped, unable to do anything."
"Okay, let's say that I do, that still doesn't explain how you control the cyber unit."
"I can't explain it. The light beings changed something, that's all I know."
"How did they do it?"
Sabre tried to shrug. "A flash of light. When I came to, I was in charge."
"And the changes to your DNA?"
"Same flash of light."
"Interesting, but not helpful."
Sabre lifted his head to glance down at his left wrist, the metal collar cutting into his throat. The bracelet was gone. "When Fairen finds you, he's going to wipe this shithole planet off the face of the universe. You do realise that, don't you?"
"Ah, yeah, the bracelet. That was left on Omega Five, still active. As far as he knows, you're still there. No alarm bells, no search party."
"Tassin will find me."
"How? She's stuck on that little backwater planet, with no way to communicate or leave."
"She'll find a way."
Jorran shook his head. "No, you're on your own, so you can quit hoping for rescue. Now, back to business. Apart from the ability to control the cyber unit, and the fireproof skin, what else did the light beings do to you?"
"That's it, as far as I know."
"Well then, we'll just have to run some tests on you, won't we?"
"Don't you Cybercorp shitheads ever get tired of being sadistic bastards?"
Jorran smiled. "Actually I quite enjoy it."
"So for kicks you stick pins in nair kittens?"
"Something like that."
"It must be hard to be so sick."
"Not really." Jorran picked up a probe from the trolley beside him. "And goading me isn't a good idea. We don't really need you to be able to see, after all, and blinding you would definitely make you easier to control."
"Except that the cyber will provide me with sight."
"The input can easily be blocked." Jorran leant clos
er and tapped the brow band with the probe. "Interesting that you've come to think of it as an ally, when you should hate it."
"I do hate it, but now I use it like it once used me."
"Ah, poetic justice. Nice. Must make you feel pretty good, to be in charge."
"I guess," Sabre agreed.
"But you're still pretty confused, aren't you? What's it like, having feelings for the first time?"
"I always had feelings."
Jorran's brows rose. "Really? So you felt love, and jealousy, and envy?"
"No."
"I didn't think so. And you still don't, do you?"
"No."
The cyber tech smiled. "How could you, when that whole section of your brain is dormant? You're still a thinking machine, nothing more."
"Maybe. But that's another thing those light beings promised me. They said the wall in my mind would fail. They did something to make it happen."
"Interesting." Jorran scratched his chin with the probe. "Let's have a look then."
Rising, he pulled a bulky console closer and positioned the U-shaped appendage on the end of the jointed, telescopic arm over Sabre's ears. Switching the machine on, he gazed at the image that appeared on the screen. "Everything looks normal... except... you're right, the block has weak areas now. Fascinating. When that fails, you'll become psychotic."
"Why?"
"Because you won't be able to handle it."
"How do you know that?"
"Because your brain isn't wired to cope with emotions," Jorran said. "Surely your buddy Tarl Averly explained that to you?"
"He might have mentioned it."
"Well, there you are then. I might lie to you, but he wouldn't, would he?"
"He said I'd be able to handle it."
"I disagree. But it's a moot point, since I intend to return you to cyber control, and that will restore the brain block."
Sabre frowned, closing his eyes. "Since you're going to do it anyway, I might as well save myself a lot of pain and do it for you. Then you'll have nothing to experiment on, will you? Just another brain-dead cyber. Better than shock treatment and sensory deprivation. I've had enough of that."
"You can put yourself back under cyber control?" Jorran's brows shot up.
"Of course. I control all its functions, including whether I control it or it controls me."
"But then you can also free yourself."
"Yeah, but you'd be wasting your time experimenting on a cyber, so it would put an end to your fun."
Jorran rubbed his chin. "I'd rather you didn't do that."
"You really think I give a shit what you'd rather?" Sabre snorted and opened his eyes, his smile bitter. "I've had enough of being tortured."
"I could still torture you."
"But it'll do you no good. You'll soon get bored and go back to burning kittens. And there would be no point, then, in trying to find a way to prevent me from freeing myself. Once the cyber's in control, you won't be able to do a damn thing, since all your readings will be normal."
"Then you'll go into cryo-storage."
"A better prospect than letting you torture me."
"Okay, wait." Jorran looked agitated, putting down the probe. "I won't hurt you. We can just talk."
"I'm done with answering your questions."
"You'd rather go back to being powerless?"
Sabre flexed his arms, making the shackles creak. "I'm powerless now." He closed his eyes and sighed. "Being in the backseat has its advantages. Everything is muted, distorted, far away. Pain I can feel, but not much else. And if I really don't want to know, I can barely perceive the world. It's just a hazy mass of light and movement, not much else. Compared to what you have planned, it'll be a real treat. Especially not having to put up with your sick gloating. And cryo-sleep is... Well it's just sleep, isn't it? But Fairen will find me eventually. That, I promise."
"No! Wait... I'll release you, give you whatever you want, just let me run a few tests... painless ones. Please."
"Talk to the cyber, the host is checking out."
"No!" Jorran jumped up, sending the stool rolling away. He leant over Sabre, gripped his shoulders and shook him. "Stay with me! Dammit! Shit!" Jorran pushed himself away and ran a hand through his hair, scowling.
Sabre shut off the video feed from the control unit and let himself sink into the sticky blackness that had been his prison until about six months ago. Before he relinquished control, he purged the registration database of Tassin’s name, thereby removing all evidence that she had anything to do with him that might be used to accuse her of meddling with a cyber’s programming. The darkness did not frighten him now, for he could escape it whenever he chose. It had become a refuge, a way to escape any situation he could not handle, and now the torturers. He could have just switched the control unit's lights to an in-control configuration, but Jorran might be able to detect that he was still in control. So he handed all control back to the cyber and retreated into the deepest pit in his mind, where the bitter voice that always mocked him dwelt. Cyborg. It whispered now, since he chose to join it in the cold abyss. He sensed the control unit re-establishing its functions, cutting off his motor control and sensory stimuli. This time he was glad of it, and burrowed deeper into the blackness, pulling it over himself like a dark blanket.
"Dammit!" Jorran glared down at the cyber as the lights on the brow band switched to a normal configuration, the seven control lights on the right hand side turning green one by one. The cyber's eyes glazed and drooped as all expression drained from his face. His mouth opened, and a toneless voice issued from it.
"Requesting owner identity."
Jorran frowned. "Identity?"
"Correct. Registration database has been purged."
"Cyber, what's the host status?"
"Seventy-three per cent."
"Not his bio-status. Are you in complete control?"
"Unit is functional. Requesting owner identity."
Jorran swore, rubbing the back of his neck, where an ache developed. "Your owner is Myon Two."
"Information input. No valid codes or passwords. What is this unit's serial number?"
"Um..." Jorran turned to the table beside him and picked up an infrared reader, then gripped the brow band and turned the cyber's head to the side. Pressing the reader to the invisible bar code tattooed on the back of the cyber's scalp, he pushed the button, sending the information to his console and from there to the control unit via the link cable.
"Serial number input. Designate codes."
Jorran rattled off a string of random words, still rubbing his neck.
"Codes accepted. Input voice imprint of command privilege personnel."
Jorran named himself as primary command privilege holder, then sat down, staring at the cyber. Five minutes later, the door opened and the head of research and development strode in, looking angry. Jorran’s dislike of the bald, hazel-eyed Parvan ran deep, not least because he was a control freak and egomaniac who actually thought his hatchet nose and sunken eyes were attractive, and always wore far too much musky cologne. It did not surprise Jorran that Parvan had no wife or girlfriend, even though he was constantly going on dates; or at least, he claimed to be. Not that Jorran had much of a social life, but then, he was too busy.
"What happened?" Parvan demanded.
Jorran gestured to the cyber. "He put himself back under cyber control."
"How?"
"I didn't get a chance to ask him. He controlled it, and now he's put it in charge."
"What about the experiments?"
Jorran shrugged. "I can still run all the physical ones."
"Good. I doubt there was much to be learnt from his mind, anyway."
"Oh, I think it would have been very interesting to study his psyche."
"You're sure he's not faking it?"
Jorran glanced at the image on the brain scanner. "Yeah, he's under cyber control."
"Good. Then we can send him to Myon Two. He's a prototype. We'll
use him to market the new breed."
Jorran swung around. "You can't do that. He can free himself whenever he wants, and we don’t have his override."
"Find his codes and make an override for him. We'll assign a cyber to guard him."
"There's a chance Overlord Fairen will find out about his abduction and come looking for him."
"How? The bracelet is well hidden, and the people who took him to Omega Five are trapped there."
Jorran shook his head. "It's too risky. Overlord Fairen might go there to check on him."
"We need him for marketing. We'll get a lot more orders if we have a prototype to show clients. Even with the new DNA spliced in with a retrovirus, the new cybers won't be ready for two years."
"We don't even know if we can splice the DNA correctly yet."
"Then that's what you should be working on, not wasting your time on chit chat with a damned host. Make him an override, do the physical tests and bring me the results when you're done."
"Yes, sir." Jorran glared at his boss' back as the department head left, then turned to gaze down at the cyber again.
****
Tassin scowled at Tarl. "What are you saying?"
The middle-aged ex-cyber tech ran a hand over his thick head of dark brown hair, his pale blue eyes worried in his craggy, care worn face. It had taken him months to earn Sabre’s trust, but now he was the cyber’s closest friend and ally. He had made it his mission to care for the cyber with the skills he had learnt as a host repair tech on Myon Two, a position he had quit when he had discovered that hosts suffered. Before leaving Cybercorp, he had destroyed a lot of valuable equipment, earning himself a death sentence. When she and Sabre had met him on Charon Six, he had favoured a rather disreputable smuggler’s garb, but now he wore well-cut but comfortable black jeans and a grey T-shirt under a dark blue flannel shirt, since the lab was a bit nippy.
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