I woke up gasping and covered in sweat. What a strange dream… was it just a dream?
I heard an alarm, and I was out of time to figure it out. Jumping out of bed, I quickly dressed and hurried out to the hallway, lining up with the others. It was my first… actually, I wasn’t sure what to call it. From what I’d heard so far, it was about “scavenging”. We’d go out and scavenge.
I saw Forty at the head of the line. As she’d warned, she didn’t look or even smile at me. I let it go. It would be hard to wait until night, but I’d be patient.
Somehow, I had the feeling that waiting for things to happen was a big part of my life.
Once roll call was complete, we went to the dining room and ate in silence. We were given just five minutes to eat, then hurried out to the stairs that led to the surface.
I didn’t look forward to being up there. I knew it would be hot and hellish, but I also knew that if I didn’t do my job, heat would be the least of my concerns.
At the surface, we broke into our teams of ten. I followed Forty through the ruins, moving furtively as she did. We came to a junction where she used hand signals to send team members in all directions. I had no idea… she grabbed my shoulder and nodded for me to follow her.
I did so, figuring I’d learn the signals eventually. She led me through several blocks, keeping out of sight until we came to a mostly intact building.
She lifted herself up just enough to look through a window, then crouched down beside me again. “Okay, here’s the deal… there’s a cache of platinum in there, and we need it. Thing is… it’s guarded.”
“Uh, doesn’t that come under the heading of “theft”?” I whispered.
“Usually, but this dirtbag also stole it, so I don’t feel that bad about it.”
She glanced up again, then looked at her chrono. “We’ll have a diversion in about five minutes. Once it hits, we’ll have just enough time to run in, gather what we can, then get the hell back out. You’ll need to stay close and no matter what else I tell you, be sure to obey.”
I nodded. Given that one could die any of a thousand ways out here, I decided that obedience was the best way to live to see her in my bed that night.
Five minutes passed… then I heard shouting. “Let’s move,” Forty ordered.
We moved. I followed her instructions to the letter, and in just a minute, we were on our way out with our packs full of platinum scrap.
The second my foot left the doorstep, I heard a loud bang and backed up again. Someone was shooting at us and I saw concrete chips flying. “Damn!” Forty swore. “We’re pinned… any ideas?”
Me? I was brand-new to grand theft. “Not a clue.”
“Of course.” She crouched low, then grinned. “Cover your eyes.”
I did so, and a moment later I heard a louder bang. She grabbed my hand and pulled. “Run!”
I ran. I smelled acrid smoke… there were a few more bangs, but nothing hit us. We ran for a few blocks before hurrying into an alcove where I coughed so hard, I nearly puked.
“Yeah… it’s not nice stuff,” she said, coughing as hard as I was. “You’ll get used to it… sort of.”
Not that I really wanted to. I despised the idea of doing this every day. Stealing, dodging bullets, and running for dear life.
She laid a hand on my arm. “Hey, it’s all right, we only do this once a week at most. The rest of the time it’s just flat scavenging.”
She pulled me out of the alcove and checked the street. No one in sight. We hurried to the nearest Underground entrance and met the rest of our squad, cheering at what was an entirely successful raid.
“The General will love this!” Forty-Five chortled. “That was intense!”
“He’s not gonna love that we almost got the newbie killed,” Forty pointed out. “How about we make sure all exits are covered next time?”
“Sure… let’s drag along a few Deltas. They’re cannon fodder, right?”
The squad laughed. I would have joined in, but all I managed was a weak smile. I had a faint memory of a blond Delta accosting me… where? It also surprised me that Forty-Five bashed on the Deltas when his girl was allegedly one.
“Okay, button it, Beta-Four. We still have a lot to do. Forty-Five, you and Forty-Seven get this to the sorting bay, then get your asses back on the street and get to work.”
Forty-Five nodded. “Will the newbie stay with you for now?”
“Yeah, if he ends up dead, Cap will kill me too.” She nudged me with a knowing smile. “Besides, I kinda like this guy.”
I returned her smile; I liked her too. A lot. Even though the mist had worn off, I still had this urge to take her to my room and pull her clothes off. She was addicting.
“Get a room,” Forty-Eight scoffed. “Let’s move before Beta Two tries to make us look bad again.”
She led me back outside, and for the rest of the day, we were all over town, taking anything that wasn’t nailed down. Some of it seemed useful, the rest was junk, but we were told to bring anything that wasn’t building ruins or garbage.
By the time dinner rolled around, I was dead on my feet. I still had the nagging sense that I was supposed to be somewhere, but I couldn’t remember.
After dinner, I found Forty by my door with a knowing grin. She didn’t have to say a word. I waved her inside, and within a minute, we were naked and on my bed again, lost to each other.
I had no idea how she did it to me, but I didn’t even have a thought of resisting. It seemed that this was all there was to life. Scrounge for anything to aid survival, then have sex for hours with a hot girl. As tired as I was after the long day of work, I somehow found boundless energy when it came to being with her. We were up until nearly ten that night. When she left, she told me she’d never been with a guy for so long in one visit… and that I had to be a pretty damn special guy.
The next four days were the same, excepting the near-deadly raid. By the end of the week, I was worn out, and so was she. Our night for the Pit was coming… I looked forward to it. Being with her, in that weird mist… it seemed like a dream.
The sixth day was a nightmare. Our team was ambushed by a group Forty later told me was from a rival gang. “Rival” being a loose term, as this other group was only a hundred members strong, at best. We gave as good as we got. Somehow, I pulled memories of some kind of martial arts skills from the depths of my brain and snapped one of the attackers’ necks. It shocked me… I had the feeling I wasn’t really a killer.
Forty was impressed. She ordered me to go with Forty-Five and Forty-Eight to see if the rest of the squad was okay.
We checked… they were fine. The other two told me to return and report. When I approached the mound of debris where I’d left Forty, I heard voices… then saw something that nearly made my head explode.
Captain Beta was with Forty… he had his arms around her, pulling her tightly to him, kissing her, and running his hands all over her. I ducked behind the pile before I could be spotted and listened, feeling like my heart was being shredded.
“I wish you’d give it up. You don’t need to do the lost lamb thing; he’s one of us.”
“I know, but the Chair didn’t work like it was supposed to. Crispin said to give him a good reason to stay.”
“He has one. He stays, or he dies on the street. C’mon, Forty, you’re supposed to be mine, and it pisses me off to think of another guy-”
“I know, I know… I’ll think of something. I’ll find an excuse to get away tonight. I’ll be all yours. He needs rest, I’ve been keeping him up late.”
“All right, but are you going to spend your next Pit night with him?”
“Um, yeah?”
“That’s even worse. Everyone will think you’re his, now.”
“Naw, give it another week and I’ll let him down easy. Maybe find him another girl.”
I’d been used. I had no idea what they meant about the Chair, or who Crispin was, but Forty wasn’t really in love with me. I was pissed… but I couldn’t show it. Not yet. Not until I knew what the hell was going on and what it had to do with the weird dreams I’d had.
I jumped, letting my boots thud, then hurried around the pile. “Forty… oh, sorry, Captain, I didn’t see you.”
“Report,” Forty snapped harshly. I wasn’t sure if that’s how she was supposed to address an inferior or if she was mad at me for interrupting her romance.
“The rest of the squad are in one piece. Forty-Five sent me to report and ask for instructions.”
“Get everyone back to the Underground… we have two guys down, one is probably going to die, and six others are missing. Let’s move.”
I nodded and hurried off, still seething inside. One of our guys was dying and what was she doing? Making out with the captain. Something that she’d said would get me shot. I felt like I’d been had… and I didn’t know why.
Within an hour the Betas were back together with two exceptions. Thirty-Seven had been badly injured and would probably be assigned to Manufacturing.Worse… Lieutenant Beta had died saving him.The Captain didn’t seem all that broken up about losing one of our best guys. I wasn’t sure why, until I saw who was being promoted. Forty was now Lieutenant Beta and she looked positively gleeful.“We have two Deltas coming to join Beta… hey, no snickering guys, they’ve been here a while and they’ve earned their places,” she advised with a stern look.Two people approached us wearing what looked like freshly dyed blue shirts. One was a boy I’d never met, no more than seventeen.T
I met the squad just inside of the Underground. They looked at Forty’s injury, barely covering the smirks that were still painfully obvious. Her first command action with the Betas, and she was the only injury.Or was she… where was Forty-Eight?I asked and got a head shake. “He tried to move through the sewers and they cut him down,” Forty-Five explained. “We didn’t dare go after him, but he was hit about a dozen times, so I’m sure he’s dead.”Forty sighed. “Right. What else did you learn, if anything?”“I think that should wait,” I told her, prompting a few gasps from the rest of the squad. “You need a medic.”“Who the hell do y
The guard left and I heard the door close. I didn’t hear his footsteps move away… this place had some impressive soundproofing. All I could hear was my own breathing.For the first hour, I tried to keep myself awake. It was hard… I didn’t remember anything. I reviewed what little I knew of the Underground, the barracks, the Pit… then I quickly tried to forget the Pit. That one glorious night with a beautiful girl in my arms… it had been a sham.I tried to exercise. I was shackled to the wall so my movement was limited, but I could still move a little. I tried some isotonics, tried jumping in place, but I made little progress and the shackles chafed my wrists.After a while, I got too tired and gave up. I pressed my feet to the floor and leaned back against the wall, using my o
The next time I woke I looked everywhere for the girl, but she wasn’t there. No one was there, the machines were gone… I was surrounded by nothingness. Cold, dark emptiness. Was this what death was like?I shivered violently and felt hard iron bands around my wrists and ankles. After a few moments of mental effort, memory trickled back. Forty… Captain Beta… the Box.Oh… right.I had no clue how long I’d been in this frigid hell. Frankly, it didn’t matter. I doubted it had been all that long and I knew I wouldn’t survive much longer.I filtered the strange dream through my head. Grandfather… my grandfather meant something to me. He and I had been through something terrible together. I got the feeling he was waitin
The most profound silence I’d ever experienced in my life was the complete and total lack of sound- besides my own bodily functions- that had been the environment of the hellish nightmare called the Box.The second? That was the silence that blanketed the dining hall when I arrived from the medical ward.I looked around, keeping my gaze casual, and spotted the rest of my squad at the back of the hall. Forty-Five actively avoided looking at me, but the rest started whistling and clapping when they saw me.As did a lot of others. I guess the warden at the door to the Box hadn’t been kidding when he said that survivors of level four were legendary. Granted, I’d been sent to the infirmary to thaw out… but I’d survived the entire punishment just the same. I figured I’d earned the noto
Forty shrugged as my voice seemed to echo around the cupboard. “I know it could, that’s what I was going to suggest! The problem is that getting into Command isn’t easy.”“You can’t just go visit your grandfather?” I asked.“None of the underlings are supposed to know about that,” she informed me. “He’s harder on me than most to hide our relationship.”“Oh.” I leaned against the wall and thought. “We’ll have to come up with something. Maybe during the mission… or even before…”A light dawned, but before I could tell her my idea, we heard steps growing closer in the hallway. She looked sharply that way, then stood and put her arms around me. “Time to f
General Case called Forty up and asked her a few questions about her treatment by Captain Beta since her promotion. She said that she generally felt that he was accepting of her presence, but she didn’t feel respected. By him or anyone else.Except for me. I’d saved her life.“Were you aware of the fact that Forty-Two lied to his superior officer about what happened during the raid?” General Case asked sternly.“I was aware that he gave an account that was not in line with the facts, but it sounded like it was his interpretation of the situation,” she clarified hotly. “It was a perfectly understandable interpretation. I asked him later if he’d lied and he admitted that he had, but at the time we were speaking with the captain, I didn’t know that he was lying.&rdq
After the others had left, Forty and I stayed and worked on plans for the diversion. It all depended on one or the other of us getting called in to meet with General Case… and finding the tablet.“What do we do if this doesn’t happen?” Forty asked.“Well… I guess we just try not to die during the raid,” I answered tiredly, my head spinning with all the plans we’d discussed.She pulled close again, putting her arm around me. “You need to get some rest. Though, if I’m honest, there are other things I’d love to do with you.”I looked at her. “I wondered. Have you ever had a boyfriend? Is there someone out there that I have to worry about wanting to kill me?”
One week ago, Professor Jonathan Spafford's mortal consciousness fled this world. Every time I let myself think about it, I feel the agony anew, and I have to take a few seconds to hide in his memories, to hear his voice and feel his love around me. I understand more and more what Mirele meant... but at the same time, it's different. As long as I'm still alive, still drifting in my digital home, I'll keep his memories safe until we can find a way to bring him to life, just as he turned us into living computers.I've been in contact with a few people that have such programming experience, creating Artificial Intelligence constructs, both as programs and as actual droids. Some of them worked on the droids that are now moving all over the surface of Horus, rebuilding our world into the beautiful, shining Utopia we remember it once being.They have told me that my idea is a long shot at best, insane at worst, but one of them admitted that he had worked on a project where an AI's m
Four hours later, Lance stood at Grandfather's bedside with a grim look. He had done as much as he could to treat the stroke, but this one had been far worse than before. Grandfather had no motor function left, and the only reason he was still alive was because the machines around him wouldn't let him die. He hadn't regained consciousness even for the shortest time. Lance had activated a speaker in the room so that I could talk to Grandfather directly, but he hadn't moved or reacted. Seeing him like this broke my heart. It looked like I was going to be cheated of the chance to say goodbye. The rest of the council came to his room and surrounded his bed. Candy took Grandfather's hand in hers, squeezing it a little as tears rolled down her face. "Lance, we've been talking, and... I think we should go through with Toby's idea."
A full month passed and we had managed to restore at least partial function to most of the critical systems. Communications, transportation, utility services, the replicators, and a basic shell of the entertainment system. As things stood at the moment, aside from illness or injury, there really was no reason for anyone else to die from the Crash. Not easily. We got the system of surveillance cameras back online, and for a while, Mirele and I would use our break times to just watch happy couples getting married in parks that were slowly coming back to life. We'd watch new parents stroll along streets with their newborns, and we'd watch older couples, the rare survivors of their generation, as they would walk through their towns and reminisce. Once the general story of what had taken place was finally revealed- and the people could use the Net again- an electi
When Grandfather rolled in the next morning, looking much better than he had the previous day, I was reasonably sure that I was ready. Mirele and I had let Candy in on the plan and practiced with her for an hour. It was about as good as it would get without giving it entirely too much attention. That would require ignoring what was supposed to be our real job. Putting our shattered world back together. As soon as he had rolled up to the computer and looked over the screens to check our status, I figured it was time. I could feel Mirele near me and caught a wordless wave of encouragement from her. It was now or... well, not never, but I knew that if I waited too long, I'd lose my nerve. "Good morning, Grandfather." His head lifted so fast, I saw him wince as it kinked a nerve. He stared into the camera. The voice
For the next hour, I wandered around the hard drives with the data files. I learned all kinds of things about audio systems, about how sound mixers worked, and how we could alter the samples to mimic what I recalled of our own voices. The thing was, I needed to use Mirele's memory of my voice and my memory of hers, because what we remembered of our own voices wasn't accurate to what others heard. Our memories were filtered through our heads and typically sounded much lower than our real voices.I then dove into the process of altering and creating a ton of sound clips for different syllables, creating a small dictionary of voice clips. This was how they had done it in the old days and I knew there had to be a more efficient method, but I wasn't a programming genius.Yet. By the time I was done, I would know more than any computer engineer in existence.
We'd been given a task to perform, and we took it seriously. Perhaps a bit too seriously. In our laser focus on getting the systems back online, neither of us noticed that Grandfather had been trying to get our attention for several hours. I finally spotted the data stream as I was flying back and forth between several of the sector computers, getting all the droids active and back to work.Initially, it looked like he was just being conversational, asking us how things were going. The last few messages sounded downright panicked. I think he was afraid that we were indeed getting lost... getting so deep into the system that we were losing contact with the outside.I felt so bad for panicking him. We needed a better way to do this, some method for him to signal us. A summons command, or something like that."I think there's supposed to be one programmed in, but I'm not sure why it isn't working," Mirele said as she started to explore the inputs again."Maybe it's
I had no idea how long I'd been digging in the files before I finally located the highly sensitive files that involved the actual functions of the hunk of rock and metal that we called Horus. After a quick consultation with Mirele- I had discovered that we could communicate with each other without having to vocalize actual words- we decided to pull a copy into our server since it was critical data. We couldn't risk damaging the original copies held by the Ten. I went through the files... there was so much here, it could take months to comprehend it all. Fortunately, whoever had designed the Ten had done so in a way that actually made it pretty user-friendly for the central control systems. We didn't have to know everything about how they worked, we just had to know whether the data we received from the systems were telling us that they were working right, or whether something was wrong.
Mirele had to get my attention again, pulling my back from my fascination with the complexity of the system. "Do you have all the inputs and outputs figured out?" she asked.I took another look around... it wasn't long before I had figured out where everything was coming from, and I was encouraged when I realized that I actually understood what it all was. This wasn't all that different from our practices. The only real difference was that we were now fully and permanently engaged in the server, with no sense of the outside except through our peripheral devices.I missed it, to a point, but having such incredible clarity and speed of thought was a decent trade-off. I had Mirele with me... the only thing that would have made it perfect was if my grandfather was in here as well.I focused on the output where Mirele wa
"Toby?"Ugh, not this again. I was so incredibly tired of having to be woken up after blacking out.Wait... I was in a computer, so how the hell could I have passed out?"Exactly... you didn't pass out, you just lost your orientation. Now pay attention to me.""Mirele?" I asked."Duh, who else? There's no one else in here, at the moment, anyway."I couldn't see her, since I had no eyes, but all at once, I sensed her presence as I would have through the wires before we'd been dragged in here. I was so relieved... I was afraid that she would be fried like Lance had thought might happen."In case you haven't noticed, my father has a bad h