Post-Human Trilogy Part 5
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"Are you saying-"
"The A.I. is still functioning. Somehow, it detected us and tried to defend itself."
Weddell's face was ghost white. "That's bad news, Doc."
"If you get down there and don't make contact with Cheng and Klein, my advice is that you toss as much Semtex down that hole as you can and haul your a.s.s back up. We'll head back to the extraction point and report what we know."
"Agreed," Weddell replied. "Stay here. I'm going to go dark pretty quick with all this interference, but I'll contact you ASAP, when I'm making my way back up."
"Good luck," Craig replied as he watched Weddell jog into the yellow fog and disappear over the lip of the crater.
He turned back to Wilson and got down to his knees. The commander's face was pale and lifeless-a horrific sight. Only minutes ago, he had been alive and in his element, guiding his team and helping the rookie make it safely to the surface. Now he was nothing. Just a bag of tenderized meat.
Or was he? The respirocytes had changed the game. Craig knew if his brain continued getting oxygen until the S.A. bags arrived, Wilson might just have a slim chance. His body had been destroyed, but as long as he could get to a hospital before he suffered brain death, survival was still possible.
"Robbie? Robbie, do you copy?" Craig asked over the radio. Robbie's signal wasn't appearing. The robot could run three times the speed of a human sprinter and sustain that pace for hours until his lithium air battery finally gave out. As long as Robbie was able to open his chute in time to avoid being pulverized on a rock somewhere, he should be rapidly approaching, but would he make it in time? "Robbie?" Craig said again, forlornly. It was unlikely that his communication would carry further than the Wi-Fi signal that detected his location.
Suddenly, Robbie's green dot appeared on Craig's HUD. Robbie was less than 200 meters away and approaching with supernatural swiftness. He'd be there in less than five seconds. "Robbie! Thank G.o.d! We've got a man down!"
The dot continued its rapid approach. The dust was beginning to settle, and Craig could peer further through the yellow storm. Robbie's uncanny robotic run emerged as a dark brown silhouette, accented by the blue lights on his joints. The strange form quickly became larger.
It didn't appear to be slowing down.
"Robbie?" Craig said one last time before the MAD bot leapt into the air and came cras.h.i.+ng down upon him.
At the very last instant, Craig managed to put his arm up and block the attack, but the blow still knocked him hard to the ground. He kicked at the robot and knocked it away from him, sending it cras.h.i.+ng to the ground a few meters away. "Robbie! Stand down!" he commanded.
The robot didn't obey. Instead, it charged at him again, appearing from out of the yellow dust, barreling toward Craig's chest.
"G.o.dd.a.m.n it!" Craig shouted as he blocked the attack, backhanding Robbie to the side, sending the robot tumbling as it struggled to stay on its feet. The machine was faster than Craig, but its balance, although serviceable, was still inferior to that of a human. Craig used this advantage, along with the strength of his exoskeleton, which was equal to Robbie's, to stay in the fight. "Sleep, Robbie! Sleep mode!" he commanded desperately.
Robbie had tumbled onto his side but he quickly snapped back up to his feet and began charging.
It was clear that the robot was no longer Robbie; the Chinese A.I. had somehow taken control of the MAD bot. Craig's only chance was to terminate the unit before it terminated him. With no time to pull out one of his guns, he would have to repel one last attack and get Robbie onto the ground again. He punched the robot as it reached him, badly denting its face and driving it backward into the dust. It fell to the ground once more, and Craig immediately stood atop it, planting his heels on its chest. He reached for his backpack and began to withdraw one of his guns so he could blast the machine in the head and chest to disable it.
Before he could retrieve his weapon, however, it deftly swung its metal legs up under Craig's pelvis and used a super-fast, powerful kick to drive Craig's very human body upward and off of it. The impact sent Craig nearly three meters into the air, but far worse, it shattered his pelvis and lower spine, instantly paralyzing him below the waist. Craig landed in the dirt, face down, in shock, barely able to move.
A second later, Robbie had him twisted around, tossing him onto his back. "No," Craig said weakly as the machine drove its fist through the several layers of protection of the SOLO suit and grasped the front of his uniform, pulling his limp body, helmet and all, out of its protection as though he were a premature calf being roughly liberated from the dead body of its mother. Robbie tossed Craig roughly next to Wilson before quickly crawling into the SOLO suit and exoskeleton, a.s.suming control and expertly retrieving the guns.
"No," Craig whispered weakly again as he watched. He remembered what Wilson had said about being exposed to the fallout, but he was helpless. He couldn't feel his legs, and he couldn't defend himself. All he could do was lie there on his side and watch as Robbie leapt into the crater, undoubtedly in search of the rest of the SOLO team.
"SOLO team," Craig said, mustering as much strength as possible as he tried to warn the rest of the men of the uncontrollable threat that was stalking them. "The A.I. has control of Robbie. Do you copy?" His voice barely crossed the threshold of a whisper. The radio returned only empty static. "No," he said one last time.
Flashes of light popped in the dust cloud of the crater like sheet lightning on a summer evening back on the farm. Each flash was a cruel joke-an exclamation point on the A.I.'s victory.
"Not like this," Craig whispered. "Not like this." He tried to take a breath, but he couldn't. "Samantha..." he began, his tone suddenly softening. "Sam. I don't know if they're going to let you see this, but just in case, I love you. I'm so sorry I couldn't make it back to you. I wish...I wish we'd been born in a different time. You were the love of my life. You are the love of my life." He looked back down at Wilson's face, lifeless. The image was surreal. It seemed wrong. "Life is the most important thing, Sam. Keep living. No matter what. Keep living."
A few moments later, Robbie leapt preternaturally out of the crater and landed inches from where Craig remained, immobilized like an ant with its legs pulled off. The MAD bot aimed its gun, pointing the barrel squarely at Craig's chest.
"If you don't want to see the future," the A.I. began in Robbie's juvenile voice, "then you have to die."
The gun thundered to life.
Craig died.
There wasn't even blackness.
PART 2.
1.
WAKING UP wasn't a choice. Even if one hoped to rest in peace, eternal sleep was no longer an option.
Craig opened his eyes, his head in a hazy stupor, but the picture quickly became understandable. He was in a bed, his wife nearby to the left, the room small and sterile. "I'm alive," he whispered.
"Yes, you're alive," Samantha replied, her lips smiling while her eyes told an altogether different story.
"It was a trap," Craig suddenly said. "The others-"
Samantha stepped to him and took his left hand, causing him to suddenly realize that his wrist was in a restraint. "Craig, you're alive. You're safe. I've missed you more than you can know." She placed her head on his chest and put an open palm on his heart. "I never thought I'd see you again."
He wanted to hold her, but the restraints made it impossible. He could only move his left thumb against the side of her hand. "It's okay, baby. I'm alive. We're going to be okay, no matter what. I won't leave you again-not ever."
She suddenly stood straight, her face tensed hard against some sort of hidden anguish. "But, Craig, there are things I have to tell you that won't be easy to hear."
Craig read the sympathetic expression on her face. She hadn't been to war, and she didn't realize the strength of a serviceman. To her, the news that his team was dead seemed beyond words-but he knew he could handle it. He'd seen it with his own eyes, and he remembered it in vivid detail. "I'm ready," he said softly as he nodded to his wife. "I can take it. My team. They didn't make it. Right?"
Samantha shook her head and looked down at Craig's hand in hers. "No. They didn't make it."
Craig nodded again and sighed as he looked up at the ceiling. "I remember. I remember Robbie killing them."
Samantha looked up suddenly, her eyes intently fixed on Craig's, her expression one of curiosity. "How much do you remember?"
"I-I remember fighting the robot. I remember it leaping into the crater, chasing down the others. From that point on, it's a little fuzzy."
"Can you remember at all what happened to you?" she asked earnestly.
He closed his eyes and tried to conjure up the memory. "I was injured. I wasn't in my SOLO suit. I must have...pa.s.sed out."
Samantha's chest heaved as she tried in vain to control her breathing. Nothing could have prepared her for this situation-and it was about to get worse.
"How'd...how did they get me out of there?" Craig asked.
"It was your MAD bot. It'd been hacked by the Chinese A.I., but once it...finished with all of you, it released the MAD bot, and then Robbie returned to normal protocol. It collected your corpses and put you all into suspended-"
"What?" Craig cut her off. "Corpses?"
Samantha's face was overwhelmed with emotion. "Craig," she began, "you died."
His grip on her hand tightened. He'd been right. With a super soldier, everything was possible. He let go of a long exhale and then tried to relax against his pillow as he nodded once again. "The respirocytes kept my brain alive," he said.
She nodded. "Yes, and your MAD bot put you into the suspended animation bag. It dragged your entire team up to the extraction point on top of Maluan Mountain. The radiation levels were low up there. You were picked up..." She paused for a moment, seemingly having to will herself over a nearly insurmountable barrier before finis.h.i.+ng, "You were picked up...when the war ended."
Craig's breathing suddenly picked up. "When the war ended? Sam...how long has it been?" It couldn't have been that long, Craig thought to himself, desperately. Sam hasn't changed that much. Her hair is a bit different-something about her face-a bit smoother. Months? A year?
Samantha inhaled and slowly blinked her eyes before placing her hand upon Craig's chest in an attempt to calm him. "Craig, the war ended fourteen years ago."
2.
"His cortisol levels just spiked dramatically," informed the voice from the shadows. "I'll signal his nans to stimulate his hypothalamus to produce corticotrophin-releasing hormone accordingly."
"Just keep him calm," Aldous Gibson replied as he stood inches from the LCD wall that served as a one-way window into the recovery room. "The play-by-play is not necessary."
"Understood," replied the voice. "My apologies."
On the other side of the window, Craig's panic was suddenly soothed. Against all reason, he was beginning to relax. "Fourteen years?" he whispered. He turned and regarded his side of the window; from where he was, it didn't appear as a window at all, the screen running an image of a beige wall, tiny chips in the paint visible to sell the forgery.
Samantha quickly noticed Craig's sudden and unnatural calmness. She turned her head slightly and glared at the wall but didn't dare shake her head, fearful of tipping Craig off to the fact that they were not alone.
"You may have overdone it," Aldous said quietly over his shoulder to the shadows. "Perhaps, rein it in a little."
Craig suddenly scoffed, a smile donning on his face. "A joke?"
"Craig, I obviously wouldn't joke about this."
The smile melted. "But I couldn't have been...it's impossible. You are thirty-two years old. You'd be forty-six now, but you look..." He squinted as he scrutinized her juvenile countenance, "twenty-five."
"I'm forty-six, Craig," she quickly replied. "You are thirty-two, just as you were when you..." She paused for a moment as she struggled to find the right tone with which to say, "...died."
Craig was silent. His eyes were locked on hers, but the situation had moved into the realm of absurdity.
She sighed and tried to relax her shoulders as she sat on the side of his bed. "So much has happened since you died. It's hard to explain it."
"How can you still be so young looking?"
"I've had a variety of treatments over the last decade," she began. "We've had so many breakthroughs. You remember, Craig, when we used to talk about Moore's Law?"
"Of course-exponential improvement in processing power for computers. It was all the Purists talked about when they were warning against strong A.I."
"Well, Moore's Law has continued. Processing power keeps exponentially increasing, even as Morgan tried to stomp out strong A.I."
Craig's face suddenly twitched as a thought struck him. "The war ended? Did we win?"
Her expression was neutral. "Morgan won. We didn't win anything."
The strange calm Craig had been feeling was quickly fading. "Honey," Craig replied, "this is tough enough for me. Can you try to be clear? I need to know."
"He succeeded in destroying the Chinese A.I. He detonated another tactical nuke right in the crater where you and your team were sent to investigate. Since then, he and his fascist government have been waging the Species War against strong A.I. It's become like McCarthyism out there. Of course, it's really just an excuse to maintain his draconian legal powers and remain in power as a dictator." She held her right hand up to her forehead and squeezed her temples. "We've been hunted, Craig. Morgan's taken over the entire world. There are no more free countries. China was absorbed into the Democratic Union, and then Morgan just made himself the head of state of the World Government. After WWIII, no one was left to oppose him, and individual governments were deemed dangerous in case any 'rogue states' chose to develop A.I. Craig, five and a half billion people died in that war. No one had the stomach to disagree with him. In the minds of most of the remaining population, A.I. equals evil."
An intense concern narrowed Craig's eyes. "You said you've been hunted. Why? Are you building strong A.I.?"
Her eyes darted up to him. "We've already built it."
"The levels are spiking again, Professor," the voice said. "Shall I?"
"No," Aldous replied resignedly. "This is her show. We'll resist tampering."
"That may be dangerous, Professor."
"It might be messy," Aldous conceded, "but it is her decision. Let's abide by it, shall we?"
"As you wish."
"Are you out of your mind?" Craig reacted, resisting the urge to scream and instead whispering harshly. "Five billion people died to prevent that, and now you're making all of their deaths meaningless, as if their lives were worth nothing!"
"I didn't make their deaths about nothing," Samantha retorted. "Their deaths were meaningless because of Morgan. I never asked anyone to die for me."
Craig shut his eyes tight and tried to control his breathing. Exasperated, he decided his best course of action was a quick retreat. "I'm alive," he began in a softer tone. "That's all that matters." His breathing began to slow and come under control. "All of this other stuff, we can deal with it as it comes. Baby, I'm just so happy to see you. Please undo these restraints."
Samantha didn't move.
"You gave me the bad news, but I'm okay. Just set me free and let me hold you."
She remained still. "I...I didn't tell you everything."
Something in his wife's eyes sent a stab of ice into Craig's chest. She'd described a nightmare world, yet she looked as though she were holding on to the worst of it. What could be worse? he thought. What could possibly be worse? "What is it?" he asked.
"Craig, it's been fourteen years...and..." She stopped, overwhelmed as tears quickly welled and her voice choked.
"And what?" he asked, his voice filled with sympathy.
"Be on the ready," Aldous said. "We might need to-"
"Power him down?" the voice suggested. "I understand. I'm ready."
"Craig," Samantha managed to finally whisper through a labyrinth of tears, throat tightness, and shortness of breath. "I'm-I married someone else. I'm remarried to Aldous Gibson."
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