Post-Human Trilogy Part 61

"I am merely stating the truth," the A.I. replied. "We cannot be blind to the dangers."

"So what do you suggest we do?" asked Jim.

"What humanity has always done," answered the A.I. "We will try our best."

"We?" Katherine reacted to the A.I.'s unexpected inclusion of itself under the umbrella of humanity. "Excuse me for a second here, but aren't you a computer?"

"Yes, I am," the A.I. replied, "and I do not think of myself as a human being, if that is what troubles you."

"If you don't consider yourself human, then why the 'we'?" Katherine asked.

The A.I. smiled patiently. "The term 'human' is a biological one. I am clearly not biological and, therefore, cannot be human, though the term itself is irrelevant. What I am, however, is an extension of human intelligence."

"And therefore not a competing species," James said, demonstrating his comprehension of the A.I.'s logic.

The A.I. nodded. "Hopefully, the omnipotent intelligence we are considering birthing will view itself in the same way-as an extension of humanity rather than as compet.i.tion for it."

"That's not a gamble I'm willing to take," Katherine struck back. "If you try create this thing," she said, addressing all of them but saving her hardest stare for Jim, "I'll do everything in my power to stop you."

"What do you think gives you that right?" James interceded.

"What gives you?" Katherine snapped back.

"May I suggest a compromise?" the A.I. began in a radiating wisdom. "I suggest we put our newfound technology to a smaller-scale test that will allow us to successfully deal with the present crisis."

"And how will that work exactly?" Katherine asked in a tone tinged with suspicion.

"If we initiate the program, which I have codenamed Trans-Human, here in our solar system with a powerful enough kick start, then we can immediately use it to reverse the informational processes that have taken place over the last twenty-four hours."

Katherine's breath was immediately stolen from her lungs when she heard the suggestion. Were such miracles truly possible? Was the trinity surrounding her really that powerful?

"And how do we get a kickstart that big?" James asked. "Only the sun could possibly have that much initial energy."

"Correct, James."

"We'd need to construct a device for releasing the sun's potential," James continued as he worked out the equations roughly in his mind.

At that very moment, Jim was doing the exact same thing. "An anti-matter device is the only thing I can think of that would generate that kind of reaction," he observed. "But how could we get our hands on anti-matter in quant.i.ties that high?"

"Fortunately, that has already been taken care of for us," replied the A.I. "At this very moment, the androids are embarking on a mission to destroy the sun and vaporize the solar system in an attempt to destroy the nans...and they are using an anti-matter missile to do it."

11.

Old-timer gazed through the see-through skin of the android s.h.i.+p's hull. The storm of nans formed a pillar that was more than a light minute in height. It looked like a beautiful celestial gas formation, the sun gleaming off one side while the other side cast an unnatural night-on the dark side was h.e.l.l. That was where the nans were slas.h.i.+ng and tearing through the android collective. Every second, a million people died a meaningless, agonizing death. The pillar was so ma.s.sive that it appeared like a still painting-but as Old-timer remained fixed upon it, he could see it change ever so subtly, the way golden clouds would s.h.i.+ft above him as he lay on his back on the beach at Corpus Christi. Every subtle change in the shape of the nan cloud, however, indicated a vicious s.h.i.+ft in the microscopic attack against the androids. Anyone unfortunate enough to be on the receiving end had no chance. One's only hope was that the nan.o.bots didn't come their way.

"Three minutes until departure," Neirbo announced in his typically gravelly and monotone voice. In addition to Neirbo, there were seven other androids...o...b..ard. Old-timer immediately thought of Neirbo's explanation for why Alejandra had sensed such terrible danger when she entered the torture room with him-he sensed something similar.

"They fixed my face up fine," Rich said suddenly, putting his hand on Old-timer's back in a gesture of reconciliation.

"Looks good," Old-timer replied. He thought of forcing a smile but couldn't will it to happen.

"No hard feelings, right?" Rich asked.

"Of course not," Old-timer answered. "Never."

"Good," Rich said with a nod. He followed Old-timer's eye line and observed the nan cloud-it had s.h.i.+fted from the form of a pillar into something resembling a mushroom cloud. "I hate those things."

Old-timer didn't react. He felt numb. Something was seriously wrong.

"Hey," Rich began, sensing his friend's torment, "this is our chance to get at least some payback. I'm going to miss our home too, but those little freaks have already taken it from us. The least we can do is give them a receipt."

Old-timer didn't respond.

Rich, expecting, at the very least, some sort of retort, suddenly began to feel Old-timer's dread. "Are you going to be okay?"

Old-timer took his eyes off of the cloud and then turned slightly, scanning over the androids who were hovering over the anti-matter missile that had recently been lowered into position. "Rich," Old-timer whispered, "keep your eyes peeled."

12.

"We have to hurry," Jim said in reaction to the A.I.'s revelation that time was now, at once, both their only friend and their worst enemy.

"I have one more question first," James announced, stopping Jim in his tracks. James turned to the A.I. "If you have Jim here, who has all of my abilities, why did you have to wait for my arrival to put your plan into action?"

"The reason is because, my son," the A.I. began, "like me, you were deleted while occupying the operator's position in the mainframe. The reversible side of the mainframe does have some limitations, and one of those is that one cannot transcend their position at the time of deletion. Jim cannot access control of the mainframe, while you, on the other hand, can."

"There can be two operators at once?"

"Yes," the A.I. responded, "and our plan requires that there be two beings in control of the Trans-Human program at its inception."

"Why two?" Jim asked.

"The detonation of the anti-matter missile, in combination with the Trans-Human program, will initiate a paradox chain reaction. At first, it will be the universe's greatest and most efficient computer, and one of us must physically be there to run the program. This, of course, will require that you be simultaneously linked to the mainframe."

"And what's your part in this?" James asked.

"I'll remain here. I will ask Trans-Human to reverse itself and, once the reversal begins, I will be encapsulated in a firewall that will remain in our current time," the A.I. explained. "Remember, we are running time backward, so after the detonation, the blast radius will suck the solar system into the past. You'll physically be too close to the explosion to escape it. You're going to go back in time as well, and your consciousness will not be able to exist in both time frames at once."

"What if you came with me and we terminated the signal and used Death's Counterfeit to abandon our physical bodies and return to the mainframe?" James suggested.

"The blast will have so much initial force that it's almost certain that our signals would be caught in the wake and we would both end up caught in the time warp. This must not happen. If we successfully run time backward and no one remains protected against its effects, then we will be doomed to simply repeat the same errors."

"Will Jim and I be protected too?" Katherine asked.

"Yes," the A.I. replied. "Everything in the reversed mainframe will be protected by the firewall and will remain in our current time."

James nodded. "I understand now. It'll take teamwork."

"It will take trust," the A.I. echoed.

"So what do you say now, James?" asked Jim. "Are you onboard?"

James took a moment to think it over. Everything the A.I. had said made sense, yet James had been wrong in his judgments before. If this really was the A.I. and not a ruse, there was still the chance that it was simply trying to take control of the solar system for itself.

"This is the part where you use your reason, my son," said the A.I.

James nodded. "I don't really have a choice. If I help you and you're deceiving me, I could lose everyone I've ever loved or cared about and die myself. If I do nothing, I'm guaranteed to lose everyone." James sighed a heavy sigh, the weight of the world sitting on his shoulders again. "So I'll have to trust that you're not deceiving me. Okay, I'm on board."

Jim smiled a wide grin as an equally happy expression painted itself across the A.I.'s countenance.

"There is one more thing," the A.I. suddenly interjected.

"What's that?" asked James.

"If you are going to be physically going on a mission to intercept the anti-matter missile, you are going to need a new body-one powerful enough to do the job."

13.

"We're ready," Neirbo declared. "Let's initiate the launch," he ordered his android companions. "Every second we wait here, more people are dying."

"What's our ETA for reaching our firing position?" Djanet asked.

"We'll reach it in nine minutes," Neirbo replied.

"Whoa," Rich reacted. "How is that possible? Even at the speed of light, we couldn't make it there that fast."

"Wormholes," Old-timer replied.

"If we're going to use a wormhole," Thel began, "then wouldn't we reach our destination instantaneously?"

"No," Neirbo replied. "The amount of energy required to make a wormhole big enough for this s.h.i.+p to get through limits how far the wormhole can go. Therefore, we'll be using multiple, shorter wormholes to cut down the distance we have to travel."

"Amazing," Djanet observed. "It's like suturing your way there, using a thread to pull the material of s.p.a.ce together."

"That's how you were able to move so quickly into our solar system," Thel realized. "Your technology is phenomenal. We've only ever been able to generate wormholes big enough for communication signals to pa.s.s through. To put large objects through is...like Djanet said: Amazing."

Neirbo's usually expressionless face showed a rare hint of pride in response to Thel's admiration. "You've never been through a wormhole before?"

"No. None of my people have," Thel replied.

"I have," Old-timer stated. "We're in for one wild ride, lady."

Neirbo nodded. "We are indeed." He turned to one of his subordinates. "Engage the first wormhole."

The android simply put his hand on the controls in front of him, palm flat, and instantaneously the s.h.i.+p was enveloped in a sensory overload of warping light and sound. The s.h.i.+p shook unpredictably, sometimes in a low vibration, other times in a strong, rocking horse-like motion.

Rich stumbled to the floor, and Old-timer put his hand out to help him up. "You'd never last eight seconds on a bronco," he said.

"I have no idea what that means," Rich replied.

Suddenly, the s.h.i.+p exited the wormhole and slid back into regular s.p.a.ce. The sun had doubled in size from their perspective, and it was immediately evident that they had traveled an enormous distance.

"Amazing," Thel repeated before Neirbo gave the signal to initiate the next wormhole.

s.p.a.ce opened up and swallowed them once again.

14.

The A.I. gestured with his left hand for James to take his place beside him in the operator's position. James took a gulp of simulated air before stepping onto the platform. As soon as his feet met the floor, his consciousness became one with the reversed mainframe.

"I missed this," James whispered.

"It was difficult for you to surrender your power," the A.I. observed. "For a very good reason, I think."

James was taken aback by the A.I.'s a.s.sertion. If anyone could understand how he felt, however, it was the A.I. "I felt it was too much power for any one person to have," James confided.

"The acquisition of knowledge, wisdom, and imagination is never a bad thing, James."

"But if knowledge is power and power corrupts, then what if absolute knowledge corrupts absolutely?"

"The flaw is in the second premise, James. Although power can, indeed, corrupt, those that it does corrupt are corrupted precisely because of their lack of wisdom, knowledge, and imagination." The A.I. turned to James and put his hand on the human's shoulder. "Seeing the interconnections between all things, between all beings, only increases a being's ability to make ethical and wise decisions. The more holistic a being's knowledge becomes, the more ethical and moral that being becomes. Corruption can only come from ignorance, whether that ignorance is willful or not. James, my son, do not be afraid to know."

James nodded. He felt he'd just been given the advice he'd been waiting for his entire life. "I won't be anymore."

"Good, my son-and now," the A.I. smiled, gesturing for James to peer with him into the immensity of the mainframe, "it is time for you to unleash your imagination as well. The androids are heading toward the sun on a mission to detonate an anti-matter missile and destroy the solar system-the nan.o.bots will undoubtedly, antic.i.p.ate this and attempt to intervene. Only you will be able to stop them."