The Nano Flower Part 65

'Royan, darling? I'm here with you now.' She said it without a hint of trepidation; the emotion mechanism still existed, but she had superseded it, becoming the Julia Evans everyone always thought she was. A minor pulse of amus.e.m.e.nt trickled through the prohibition, and she sent a smile image at him.

'You sure, Snowy?' The tone was cautiously welcome, sceptical rather than contemptuous.

'Yes. Watch.'

Cells flowed. A pseudopod distended from her ovoid sheJ' the tip flattening out. Fingers and a thumb appeared,'

human hand took its final shape and gave the three st, people in the chamber a thumbs-up.

'All right, Snowy, I believe you.'

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532She worked in tandem with Royan to transform a section of the cells he commanded into a neural network.

'Like old times, Snowy. You and me, working like this.'

'Yeah, old times.'

Her internal perception tracked the neural network forming. When it was complete Royan squirted in his personality package.

'Are you operational?' she asked the mini-ent.i.ty.

'Yeah.'

Royan began to download his memories.

Julia resumed control of the cells Royan had converted into his life-support system, and began to digest the remains of his ruined body. She left the brain until last, a closed-circuit ioop supplying it with re-oxygenated blood from a small haematopoiesis saccate.

'Ready?' Julia asked.

'Memories intact,' Royan said. 'More fun to travel than arrive, so let's go go go.'

The protean cells broke his brain apart, gorging on the raw chemicals they released, reproducing as they went. Julia felt round inside herself until there were no more intrusions; then opened a channel to the terminal in the chamber. 'You'd better leave now,' she told Greg, Rick, and her flesh-and-blood self. 'Go down into the cave where you first met the drone, and wait until I've gone past. There may be tekmercs about.'

She watched her flesh-and-blood self quirk her lips in silent acknowledgement. Some of the tiredness seemed to have gone. She was glad, body and mind had been subjected to far too much pressure over the last three days. Almost maxed out.

'It worked, then,' Greg said, his voice had the sluggishness she knew came from a neurohormone hangover.

'Yes,' she said. 'The Hexaemeron won't be coming back.'

'Bon voyage, the pair of you.'

Julia began to send tendrils of herself out into the floor ~, breaking down and digesting the disseminator plant. vatched Rick, Greg, and her flesh-and-blood self scurry down the connecting pa.s.sage as a circular bulge rippled out from her base.

The tendrils' inner core of protean cells absorbed the chemicals that the outer layer had dissolved and processed, fissioning rapidly. Individual tendrils met and merged into a single consumptive wavefront. It reached the chamber walls and rose up hungrily.

Once the last of the chamber's rubbery strings had been converted, Julia pulled the skirt of protean cells back, and began to alter her shape, becoming more pliable. She headed towards the pa.s.sage, her movement a combination of rolling and slithering. When she reached the entrance she extended a ring of herself that melded with the translucent walls, and began to digest them. She sent a second ring of cells swelling fluidly over the top of the first, then a third. Her main bulk moved forwards, soaking up the engorged rings as she went. More rings were formed and sent on ahead. Specially formatted suckers fastened on to the rock beneath the disseminator plant, and began to leach out various minerals the cells needed.

By the time she squeezed out of the end of the pa.s.sage she was a globe over seven metres in diameter, almost touching the hemispherical chamber's apex. Her weight crushed the composite cargo pods into blade-like splinters. She covered the whole chamber in a digestive layer, and moved on into the next pa.s.sage, pus.h.i.+ng a tube of cells ahead of herself as she followed the spiral down. The t.i.tanium nuggets in the tumours were ingested and pulverized, the motes held in suspension. She would need all the metal she could get later.

In the bottom chamber she waited for the new cells to catch up with her, at the same time sending fresh tendrils out into the four remaining pa.s.sages to suck in still more organic matter.

She could perceive Greg and her flesh-and-blood self standing at the far end of the pa.s.sage, consternation on their faces. The three crash team hardliners had taken their Konica rip guns from their armour suits' waist clips.

'Do we run?' Rick yelled.

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'No,' Greg said. 'But it'd be a good idea to stand back against the wall when it comes, no messing.'

'It's still her?'

'Yeah.'

'Jesus.'

'You wanted to come,' her flesh-and-blood self said. There was a ripple of light laughter in her voice that had been missing for quite some time. 'Insistent, you were.'

Rick grunted in dismay. They flattened themselves against the pa.s.sage walls.

Julia's alien body began to coalesce. The chamber wasn't going to be big enough to accommodate her; Royan's disseminator plant had been more extensive than she'd expected -another five of the hemispherical chambers, nearly a kilometre of connecting pa.s.sageways. She shaped herself into a serpent form a couple of metres in diameter, hardened and roughened her external layer for traction, and surged down the pa.s.sage.

'My Lord!' Sinclair shouted. 'The Beast! The Beast is come.' He fell to his knees, clasping his hands in prayer. 'And when they shall have finished their testimony, the Beast that ascendeth out of the bottomless pit shall make war against them, and shall overcome them, and kill them.'

'Oh, shut up,' Rick said.

The security hardliners' rip guns were aimed at her in fear as her questing tip slithered past.

'Down,' her flesh-and-blood self ordered in an iron tone. 'Put those guns down. It won't touch us.'

Not that it mattered even if they did fire. She could absorb the bolts without any real damage, and take their guns away as any mother would from errant children. Yes, Royan had been right to fear the Hexaemeron. She regarded the knot of cells that held her lover's slumbering consciousness tenderly. They would be together again one day, and truly free.

Her tip split into two as it emerged into the catacombs, then those tips branched again. She started to probe the fissures and pa.s.sages of the fault zone. A tide of cohesive oil penetrating every cranny; some of her extremities were thinner than leaves, barely five cells thick.

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Caves and pa.s.sages were observed, oppressively miasmatic in the low infrared band. Rock formations revealed their composition and weaknesses; ores were a.s.sayed. She watched freshets coursing through the bleak ragged cavities, several thin waterfalls splattering down isolated clefts, their volume visibly decreasing; and guessed at the lake next to the Celestial Apostles' village being breached.

She started to siphon the water into herself, opening up a plexus of capillaries to distribute it evenly.

Bodies in muscle-armour suits were lying above the sinking water, jammed into tight rifts, or caught on jutting rock fangs. Little clumps of jetsam bobbed along. In one pa.s.sage she discovered a dog, its fur badly singed, barbecued flesh peeling away. She sent out a pseudopod, and digested it.

Suzi was floating face down in a crescent-shaped cave where the water had pooled, long scorch gouges down the back and legs of her armour. Rip gun bolts had gouged molten scars in the rock, gla.s.sy beads dribbling down the walls like wax from a candle.

Julia ingested the water, then pushed a large lump of herself into the cave, inflating it like a bubble until every square centimetre of the rock's surface was covered with a thin skin of cells. Four missiles had detonated, she could taste the bitter chemicals of the warheads imprinted on the walls. Minute particles of metalloceramic were detectable, along with composite and plastic fragments. Leol Reiger had been hit.

She retracted her far-flung body from the more distant sections of the fault zone, and concentrated on examining the area around Suzi's cave.

Footsteps betrayed him, she could hear the crash team blundering about in and around the village cave, but discrimination procedures quickly eliminated them. She heard it then, a monotonous clumping, one foot moving slowly, coming down hard.

She infiltrated the pa.s.sage behind him, sprouting exploratory tentacles into the wall cracks. They discovered a labyrinth of narrow c.h.i.n.ks behind the surface, dislodged ore veins, rock and metal torn apart. Her body oozed in, filling 536.

every cranny. The leading edges pa.s.sed round him in silence, slithering on ahead. Ten metres in front of him, she seeped back out into the pa.s.sage, forming a solid clot like cold brimstone.

The armour suit was limping, left leg grating loudly at each movement. One infrared helmet beam shone weakly ahead, swaying from side to side. Two of the thermal dump panels on his back were dead, the third glowed strongly in the infrared. Her magnetic-sensitive cells picked up s.h.i.+vers of energy from the muscle bands. Air filter intakes on the helmet growled asthmatically.

Leol Reiger stopped, his rip gun raised to point at the smooth protoplasm barrier. Julia sculpted a relief of her own face, a metre high, and extended it out of the integument. A green laser fan from the suit's shoulder sensor pod swept over her.

Julia opened her mouth, and used the cells inside as a diaphragm. 'I warned you before, Mr Reiger, I would not forget you.'

Leol Reiger's suit speaker clicked on. 'Julia Evans. Gotta hand it to you, this is some stunt. You wanna deal?'

'No. I want you to know it was me.'

'Yeah? Then you'd better be good, rich b.i.t.c.h, you'd better be flicking supreme. Because I told you once already, the only way out now is you and me.'

'Yes, that you did.'

Leol Reiger fired, walking forwards. Rip gun bolts tore into her outsize face, clawing it to cinders. Steam and carbon particles spewed back at him as cells died in their hundreds of billions.

Julia started to expand her cells, filling the cavities around the pa.s.sage. Osmosis impelled the water through her, bloating every capillary. She felt it as a peristaltic contraction, muscles straining at their limit. The rock screeched in agony as hydrostatic pressure began to close the pa.s.sage. A violent shudder threw Leol Reiger to his knees. The rip gun clattered away. He rolled on to his back, and stuck his arms up, pus.h.i.+ng against the roof as it descended. The metalloceramic armour buckled.

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Julia kept on squeezing long after it was necessary, wringing every wisp of air out of the compacted rock.

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reg pressed himself against the rough surface of the pa.s.sage wall as the alien behemoth squirmed past. He could almost believe nenorhormone abuse had sprained his synapses into hallucinosis, abandoning him in a universe of the mind's whimsy. In a way he wished it were true, that would mean the alien wasn't real.

Two metres in diameter, a skin like coa.r.s.e leather, coloured sable-black, gruesomely supple, and possessing more inertia than a rampant dinosaur. Shadowform thought currents purled along its length, distorted human idiosyncrasies, anything but rea.s.suring in their metamorphosis. Human without humanity.

'A serpent of the night,' Sinclair cried. 'Satan incarnate.'

Strong eddies of air whipped past Greg's face, bringing a scent of corruption, of ripe fruit mouldering on branches. He coughed, eyelids blinking against the acridity.

'Hail Mary, for all me sins I beg your forgiveness,' Sinclair said. His eyes were right shut.

'It won't hurt you,' Julia said, her voice raised above the rasp of alien skin slithering over rock. Her thought currents had a self-a.s.sured tranquillity Greg envied.

'Not this,' Sinclair cried. 'I didn't want this. You've let loose the beast. I wanted an end to madness, the start of justice.'

'It's harmless,' Rick said. 'Believe me. That's what we've done, neutered it. You'll never see it again.'

Sinclair opened one eye, and s.h.i.+vered.

Greg wondered just how big the alien was now. There must have been a lot of disseminator plant to give it this much bulk.

'Is it an angel or a demon?' Sinclair asked.

'Neither,' said Julia. 'It's hope. A very n.o.ble sort of hope.'

'For who?'

'Maybe a lot of people. The whole Earth is going to be

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given proof we're not alone in the galaxy, and never have been. They'll see it written in the sky tonight. And G.o.d knows this world deserves to be touched with wonder.'

'You're a religious woman, Miss Julia?'

'Yes, I suppose I am.'

The tail of the alien rushed by. Swallowed by the darkness in seconds. Greg hadn't really appreciated how fast the b.l.o.o.d.y thing was moving. Muscles unknotted, his legs were shaking.

Circles of light from the helmet spots on the hardliners' suits shone on the opposite wall. He stepped out into the /~middle of the pa.s.sage. The alien presence was dwindling, a dawn-washed star at the back of his mind. Julia was staring into the gloom after it.

'Regrets?' he asked.

'Not one. It was all I could do.'

He put his arm round her shoulder, and gave her a little hug. Doubts were still cluttering the peripheries of her mind.

'I said you were the best when it comes to decisions,' he told her.

She grinned up at him. 'Thanks, Greg. And you, too, Rick. I'm deep in your debt; I would never have thought of that by myself.'

'No,' Rick said. 'There's nothing to thank, this was the zenith of my professional life, I've justified fifteen years' work and dreaming, and you made it possible.' He was solemnly intent, nearly entreating. Julia's grin became a little laboured.

'Come on, I think we'd better get going,' Greg said.

'Yes,' Julia said. 'I must get in touch with Victor and Sean, there will be the most awful panic if I don't inform them what's about to happen.'

Greg had half expected to meet the alien again in the caves. Two or three times he thought he could hear something rumbling, a sound like boulders being slowly ground together. But the only sign of its presence was an oval tunnel which had been bored into the storage cave, saving them 540.

from wriggling along the narrow crack. The rock had been sheered clean, giving it a polished-marble finish.

'Is it ahead of us?' Greg asked Julia.