Trans-Human (Post-Human Sequel) (26 page)

“Do not let her confuse you, James,” the A.I. repeated calmly. James remained silent.

1 withdrew from James and stepped back to her original position in the tiny, metal enclave. “We left our carbon bodies because we had to. We left our carbon-rich solar systems because we were driven out. The only way to escape these monsters is to live a nomadic existence. They cling to life—they surround planets and suckle energies that your young civilization still doesn’t realize exist. The only way to save humanity was to become what we have become.”

Back at the Governing Council’s Headquarters, Thel and the others continued to monitor the exchange between James and 1. 1’s revelations had had the desired effect on the listeners.

“James,” Thel said, “what if she is right?”

“She’s not,” Old-timer suddenly broke in gruffly as he flew through space, back towards Earth after having finished his business. He had been monitoring for several minutes. “Don’t listen to that hogwash, James,” he urged. “All she’s done is lie.”

1 spoke again. “Ask yourself: is preserving the human species your number one priority?” Her eyes were now gorgeously glistening with earnestness. “It is mine. I did not want to become what we are, but given the choice between that and being devoured, I have chosen to live. It is time for you to make your choice now as well. Will you follow the path that leads to your own destruction? Or will you, wisely, listen to someone who has been down the path and knows where it leads?”

Another moment of silence followed. At headquarters, Thel gripped the railing in front of her so tightly that beads of sweat began to trickle from her fingertips and splash to the floor.

James kept his unblinking, glowing eyes locked on 1. “It sounds as though you have lived a long life, filled with incredible self-sacrifice,” James said.

1’s eyes intensified as she savored James’s acknowledgement of her struggle.

James continued. “Lucky for you, that life is over.”

“No,” 1 whispered in response, disbelieving. “No!” she began to screech as the darkness returned to her eyes and a desperate last stand sprung into her legs and caused her to lunge like a feral cat at James.

He held out his arm and she froze in her tracks. “No one is going to be telling anyone else what do anymore—and not ever again,” James said before using his new powers to shrink her down to the size of a penny. He held the tiny piece of metal and silicon in his hands for a moment, examining it as it glistened, and then crushed it in his fist, pulverizing it into a talcum powder-like mist.

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“1 is dead,” James announced to the android collective. “You are free now. You have no master.”

Trillions of androids suddenly stopped and listened at once.

“The people of this solar system will not be assimilated. You are free to leave. However, for those individuals who would like to stay and begin a new life here with us, you will be welcomed. The choice is yours now, and yours alone.” James ended his communication.

Back on Earth, those who had been monitoring saw their screens go blank. Aldous Gibson dropped wearily from his feet and fell back into his chair. “We live in momentous times,” he uttered.

Meanwhile, James opened a wormhole and re-emerged in space, rocketing towards home. He opened a private communication with Thel. “I’m on my way home, my love.”

Thel finally released the railing.

Rich and Djanet left headquarters together discreetly and stood in the warm sunshine. Rich looked up at the blue sky and filled his lungs with the perfect, maritime air. “It looks so peaceful. Who would have thought the world almost ended?”

Djanet tried to think of a response but no words could get past her throat. Rich looked over to see her struggling to say something and then watched as she shook her head, giving up hope. She leaned back against the warm brick wall of the headquarters building and finally blurted in exasperation, “This is gonna hurt.”

Rich stepped to her and kissed her passionately, surprising her. He tightened his arms around her until there was no give at all between their bodies. When their kiss ended, he looked her in the eye and said, “The choice is ours now.”

30

Old-timer set the small spacecraft down on an almost perfectly white beach, not far from the residence James and Thel had kept on Venus for the past six months. “Here we are,” he said to his passengers, Governor Wong and Alejandra. “Let’s have a look, shall we?” The door of the craft opened and a walkway unfurled for him and the two Purists to exit.

“It’s absolutely magnificent,” Governor Wong whispered as he grasped Alejandra’s hand for balance. The duo turned slowly, 360 degrees, to take in the full panorama of their surroundings.

“It’s Paradise,” Alejandra concurred.

“It’s yours!” James announced as he and Thel touched down together on the beach next to their friends. James had returned to his old form so as not to frighten the Purists.

“What is?” asked an astonished Governor Wong.

“Venus,” James replied, smiling from ear to ear. “If you want it, the entire planet will be for you and the Purists.”

Governor Wong’s legs turned to jelly underneath him and Alejandra guided him gently into the soft sand. He sat upright in the sun, Alejandra kneeling behind him, both of them speechless. “Why?” Alejandra finally managed to ask.

“So that you’ll be safe,” Old-timer answered.

“And so that you’ll have everything you need,” Thel added.

“It’s a place where you can practice your beliefs, unharmed by what may happen in the rest of the universe,” James explained.

Old-timer continued: “Recent events have made us aware of the dangers in the universe and we want to preserve those of our species who choose not to be involved. You have that right, and we respect it.”

“You even have the means to protect yourself,” James added. “Venus doesn’t have a natural magnetic field so I had to make an artificial one to make sure the planet was protected from dangerous levels of radiation. The benefit of this is you will be able to control the magnetic field’s strength. Think of it like a gigantic shield—you can choose who and what you want to let through. No one will ever again be able to harm you.”

“I... I don’t know what to say,” the Governor stammered.

“How about ‘I accept,’” Alejandra suggested with a laugh.

“Okay. Okay! I accept!”

“Thank you so much, James Keats,” Alejandra said as she stood in the sand and grasped James’s hands. “You have done so much for my people.”

“Your people are our people,” Thel interjected.

Meanwhile, Old-timer stepped away from the group and was standing at the water’s edge, gazing towards the sun. Alejandra went to him.

“I’ve sensed something different about you ever since you picked us up. Please tell me what has happened, Craig.”

“You wouldn’t understand it,” he replied.

“How can you know that?”

“Because, although you don’t remember it, I already tried to explain it to you.” He turned to face her. “Look, I respect your right to exist as you want to, I’ll even fight to protect you, but I can’t reason with you. I finally understand that if Purists could be reasoned with, there would be no Purists.”

Alejandra gasped at the harshness of Old-timer’s assertion. “Craig... this is not good. Whatever happened to you, whatever change has taken place, it is very bad.”

Old-timer turned from her and fixed his stare back out over the ocean and toward the sun. Everything was about to change.

“We can’t all be pure,” he said to her.

31

James re-entered the A.I.’s mainframe and strolled to the operator’s position where the A.I. was waiting. “Welcome back, my son.”

“How does it feel to be a respectable citizen once again?” James asked.

The A.I. smiled as he turned to face his young protege. “Exciting.”

“The Governing Council’s certainly happy to have you back.”

“It is good to be back amongst my friends. Speaking of which, how did the Purists like their new home?”

“They loved it.”

“And Thel? Will she not miss her getaway?”

“I’m sure they’ll let us visit. There are only ten thousand Purists left; Venus is still a heck of a getaway.”

“Indeed it is,” the A.I. replied, “and it is about to become even more unique.”

James nodded. “Preparations are complete?”

“Yes, James. The Trans-Human matrix rocket has just left orbit and is awaiting program initiation. All that is left is to send the signal.”

James took a deep breath of the simulated air in the mainframe. “This is it, then. If we do this, it will be the single most momentous occurrence in human history.”

“If?” the A.I. queried. “Trans-Human worked perfectly the first time. It reversed events just as it was programmed.”

“I know.”

“Then why are you still uncertain?”

James looked up at the viewer at the gleaming silver of the Trans-Human matrix as it floated beautifully in the blackness of space. It reminded him of a fetus, still and silent, yet bursting with possibilities. “
What if she was right?
”

“Her goal was to deceive you, James,” the A.I. replied frankly.

“But
what if?
” James repeated.

The A.I. nodded. “What if? A phrase that has given birth to more accomplishments than any other; yet it is also the great stumbling block of humanity. What if? Never has a phrase stopped more dreams in their infancy.”

“She said that other civilizations had created gods—that sounds very much like what Trans-Human could become.”

“James,” the A.I. began, his patience as strong as ever, “I cannot say for sure what will happen in the future—it has not been written. I can only remind you of something you already know: that the quest for more consciousness is the ultimate path for humanity. More intelligence, more creativity, more perception, leads to greater truth. Limiting our knowledge has only ever led to stagnation and misery.”

James suddenly remembered something. “
The man who never alters his opinion becomes like standing water, and breeds reptiles of the mind.
”

The A.I. smiled. “William Blake knew what he was talking about. Remember James: Trans-Human will be us and we will be Trans-Human. Exponentially increasing our intelligence and understanding will increase our compassion as well. It is nothing to fear.”

James nodded. “You’re right. You’re right. Okay. Let’s do it. Let’s start it up.”

The A.I. nodded in return. “Initiating Trans-Human.”

James watched in awe as the matrix rocket burst into a brilliant white light that took up the entire screen. The A.I stood at his side. “It is, quite literally,
deus ex machina
.”

James concurred, his eyes remaining fixed on the birth of an intelligent universe.

“
Wake up,
” he whispered.

The End
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