Read Trans-Human (Post-Human Sequel) Online
Authors: David Simpson
“What are they doing?” James asked.
The A.I. remained silently smiling as he stood next to James and watched the gruesome spectacle unfold. The androids were falling like a hurricane rain of metal onto the formerly peaceful and beautiful surface of the planet. James had spent years working on the terraforming of Mars and in mere moments, it was about to be wiped out. Most of the humans hadn’t made it off of the planet yet, thinking that they still had time. Green cocoons of light were emerging from the surface in vain attempts to escape the hellish carnage that was collapsing down upon their heads—but there would be no escape.
The androids were swarming the ships and dragging them back down to the surface. Individual post-humans were being attacked as well. The androids were able to knock out their magnetic fields if they made physical contact.
“What are they doing to them?” James asked, aghast.
James watched as post-humans were rendered unconscious with a simple touch and then flown up to the stratosphere and launched into the black abyss of space.
“It looks as if they’re taking out the garbage,” the A.I. replied.
18
James saw the proceedings transpiring before him on his mind’s eye while the hangar for the Purist’s ship reached completion. He cursed, realizing yet another nightmarish truth on an endless sea of nightmarish truths. With the aliens speeding their approach, there was no way the Purist ship could possibly be made ready in time.
James bolted from his position and streaked toward the Purist’s village. “Thel! The situation just took a serious turn for the worse! We need to get those people underground, immediately!”
“What’s happening?” Thel asked as she stood next to Alejandra and Old-timer, both of whom were speaking to Purists and answering questions.
“The aliens just sped up their approach. They’ve overwhelmed Mars. We have less than thirty minutes!”
The words hit Thel like a canon ball to the chest. “James... James, no. We can’t get them out that fast!”
Alejandra and Old-timer turned around when they heard Thel’s exclamation of dread.
“What’s going on?” Old-timer asked as he patched into the call.
“We have to get the people underground!” James shouted. “We’re going to have to build the ship around them if we have to! It’s not going to be safe on the surface. In under thirty minutes, anything left on this planet is going to be dead!”
19
Rich received the message from James at the same time that every other human in the solar system received it: the aliens would arrive in a matter of minutes and their intent was to kill.
There was a steady stream of screams now.
Their home wasn’t ready yet, but it didn’t matter. “Everyone, get on the ship now!” Rich shouted as he scooped his great grandchild into his arms and guided one of his granddaughters inside.
He turned and took one last look at the surface. This was it. He inhaled his last breath of fresh air before floating up into the ship.
“Richard, the ship isn’t finished yet!” Linda exclaimed.
“We don’t have a choice,” he said. “Our only chance is to scatter. Even with the numbers they have, they can’t be everywhere at once. Every second we stay behind, we’re increasing the chances that they’ll find us and James says they’re killing on contact.”
“Is everyone on board?” she asked.
Rich checked his mind’s eye to see if everyone was accounted for. They were.
“We’re ready to go,” Rich announced. The crudely constructed ship lifted off into the sky.
20
With only minutes left until contact, James watched the frantic building of the Purist ship. He had selected a design and the ship was forming before his eyes, but the intricate design of a spacecraft that could keep the Purists alive meant that the building was taking time. It wouldn’t be finished by the time the invasion arrived.
Thousands of Purists were streaming into the hangar, only to be mortified by the bewildering technological wonder that was taking place before their eyes. The nans churned in black tornadoes and formed colossal metallic shapes out of seemingly thin air.
“This nightmare is endless,” Governor Wong said as he set eyes upon the construction for the first time.
“We had no choice, Governor,” Old-timer said in an attempt to console the Purist leader, who appeared to be nearing his wit’s end. “The only way to give us a fighting chance is if we are underground. The surface will be compromised in a matter of minutes.”
“This all sounds too familiar,” Governor Wong replied tersely.
As the Governor walked towards his people so that he could be with them during the construction, Alejandra held up and stayed close to Old-timer. “You’re worried for your wife,” she observed.
Old-timer nodded. “I thought she’d have more time. We spoke. She’ll get off the planet with her family. I’ll meet them when we’re finished here.”
Alejandra sensed the conflict within Old-timer. Even he wasn’t sure if he was helping the Purists because it was the right thing to do—or because of Alejandra. “You don’t have to stay to help us, you know,” she said to him. She didn’t want to tell him that she was glad he was staying. Sometimes, she felt it was a good thing that other people couldn’t read her emotions the way she could read theirs.
Their eyes met once again. “Alejandra... you told me once that feelings can never be wrong—only actions can be wrong.”
“I remember,” she replied.
“Well, I don’t know if what I am doing is right. I’m not sure of where I should be. I hope my actions are the right ones.”
“If you’re following what feels right, then you are doing the right thing, Craig.”
There was a long pause as Old-timer tried to find the right words. “Alejandra, you are aware of how I feel right now, aren’t you?”
She nodded. “I am.”
“I can’t change it,” he said with resignation.
She smiled. “I’m glad you can’t change it. I’m glad that I get to be with you for a little while longer.”
21
“How do I stop it?” James demanded of the A.I..
“There’s no stopping this,” the A.I. replied.
“If it destroys me, then it destroys you,” James pointed out.
“I rather doubt it,” the A.I. replied. “I am, after all, one of them.”
“No you’re not,” James countered. “The alien is interested in the knowledge stored in your mainframe. It won’t have any use for the megalomaniacal program that
used
to operate it.”
“Are you talking about me or you?”
“We’re in this together,” James said. “You know it and I know it. So let’s cut the bull. You’ve got a plan that you’re working on to survive. What is it?”
“My plan is to join with it, James—to
embrace
it.”
“You’re lying—as usual.”
The A.I. smiled.
Suddenly, an electronic voice spoke.
“End your hostilities immediately. Our intentions are peaceful.”
“Congratulations, James Keats,” the A.I. said after a long silence. “You are about to become the first human to communicate with an alien life form—you can add that to a resume that already includes being the first human to ever kill an alien life form.”
22
“If they are communicating directly with us then that means you gave away our location,” James realized.
“Of course I did. They were to be my invited guests,” the A.I. replied.
“That is strategic information that they simply
cannot
have,” James said as he ignored the alien’s attempt to open lines of communication.
“Aren’t you going to answer them, James?” the A.I. asked, amused. “After all, they’ve said that they come in peace. You’re being very rude.”
“They just killed tens of millions of people,” James retorted.
“Did they?” the A.I. asked, arching his eyebrow mockingly. “Well, I’d wager you killed a great deal more of them first.”
“That was their attempt at diversion and we both know it,” James asserted.
“Your delusions continue,” said the A.I., throwing his head back and smiling as he enjoyed the unfolding of the game.
“We’re going to have to move,” James said.
“What?” the A.I. reacted immediately, the smile suddenly vanishing.
“We’re moving the mainframe,” James repeated as he continued to make trillions of operational decisions at every moment.
“You’re not going to try to use the nans to do that, are you?” the A.I. asked, intrigued.
“It’s the only way.”
“You’re showing your desperation now,” the A.I. smiled.
“The silicon based mainframe we’ve been using for the A.I. database is unnecessary,” James replied. “The nans are organic—carbon based. That means if we transfer the database into a closed off network of nans we can disguise the physical mainframe as anything we want and become undetectable. It’s a good move. Admit it.”
The A.I. reserved judgement for the moment. “The organic transistors allowed for microscopic computers built molecule by molecule—a valuable asset to have obviously—but the reason the mainframe has always remained silicon is because it remains a better vehicle for carrying transistor signals. The nans will be slower and less reliable. That means
you
will be slower and less reliable.”
“You know there is a solution for that,” James smiled.
The A.I.’s expression went blank. “You wouldn’t.”
“We can overcome the efficiency problem by simply making the network of nans that much larger and therefore more powerful. Brute force.”
“You would need hundreds of square kilometers of space...”
“The whole planet is being evacuated. We have all the space in the world—literally.”
The A.I.’s expression revealed his surprise. “Where are we going?”
“We already went,” James announced. “
Cathedral Grove
on Vancouver Island. I added a few thousand massive old growth trees—trees that just happen to be nans disguised as carbon lifeforms. It’s protected land—no people living there and no reason for the aliens to look for us there either.”
“A computerized forest,” the A.I. replied.
“A disguise to buy us more time.”
“You’re thinking grows more efficient and calculated by the moment. What a wonderful computer you’re becoming,” the A.I. observed with his sadist’s grin.
23
Rich stood with most of his family and watched the Earth getting smaller in the distance as billions of green magnetic fields shone like fireflies and streamed away from the blue orb. Draping the spectacular view was the swarm of aliens that formed a sickening black claw, enveloping the cradle of humanity, grasping it in its palm like an apple plucked from a tree, ripe for devouring. Rich, like everyone else in the room who was looking out of the windows of the main living area at the panoramic picture of Earth’s demise, felt utterly distraught and helpless.
“Where will we go, Richard?” asked Linda, who sidled beside him and held onto him for comfort like a frightened child as a storm neared. It had been decades since she had shown that kind of vulnerability.
“It doesn’t matter,” Rich replied. “As long as we’re moving away from that.”
He took her hand and put his arm around her to comfort her. It appeared as though they were going to be safe, and yet his thoughts weren’t with his family anymore. He had been monitoring the situation with his friends and the Purists—it was not going well. The ship wasn’t going to be constructed in time and they might die in their attempt to rescue the last pure humans.
“I should be there,” Rich whispered.
Linda looked up, startled, and grabbed a firm hold of her husband once she saw the look in his eye. “Are you crazy? You’d be killed! It’s a miracle that we’ve all made it out together! We have to
stick together
!”
Rich’s eyes didn’t move from the planet that was slowly shrinking in the distance. The alien swarm was now starting to dwarf the Earth and he knew that there wasn’t much time. “If I stay here, I’ll regret it the rest of my life.”
“What? Richard!” Linda shouted as the rest of the people in the room started to take notice of the commotion.
Rich spun and took a firm grasp of his wife’s arms and looked her in the eye. “I love you, Linda. But I have to help them.”
He kissed her but she clutched hard onto his shirt, trying to prevent him from leaving. “Don’t,” she said.
“I’m not a coward. I have to go,” Rich asserted as he struggled to remove her grip on his shirt.
“No one thinks you are a coward, Richard! Everyone loves you! We need you!”
“Not as much as they do, Linda,” Rich responded in an almost desperate tone that Linda had never seen before. “Don’t you see that? I have to help them! I have to or I’ll never be able to live with myself!”
“If you go, you’ll die!” Linda screeched as she plummeted into sheer desperation. “Are you insane? You can’t leave your family! What kind of person would abandon his family at a time like this? No one thinks you’re a coward!”