Apex Risen

by Scott Medbury

  He took out his cellphone and walked away from Molenski, searching his contact list for the FBI surveillance guy they had bribed into their service.

  Ten minutes later they were in the Merc and headed back to the estate. The Russian wanted to have a bath and a cigar to think about things while Andre went to see Agent Hedley Whittaker.

  Part 4 – Redux

  26

  The Genitix Factory was located in Massachusetts, but the company’s Chicago headquarters had a sophisticated smaller scale lab on the 10th and 11th floor of their office building. They entered through the basement parking lot and took the elevator up to the tenth floor.

  Redfern was nervous. He didn’t see how he could deactivate the robot without getting himself killed and had started to think his best option would be to try and sneak away and make a phone call to 911.

  “It’s right through here.”

  He swiped his security card for the fourth time since they’d entered the building and led them through a final set of heavy glass sliding doors into the sterile confines of the 11th floor.

  Both Inga and Ivan looked around in wonder. The ‘lab’ took up nearly the entire floor. An enormous space filled with desks and work pods that contained an assortment of computer equipment and mechanical devices.

  This is not what caught their attention, though. Much more interesting were the many humanlike figures, in various stages of completion, around the room. Some bore skin but were absent of hair; others were nothing but a bare metal chassis.

  “Follow me; we’ll go to my pod.”

  Redfern took the lead. Ivan felt on edge, the silent building and the half-built robots were more disconcerting than he would have admitted. They passed what was clearly a feminine shaped robot chassis, its bulbous eyes staring starkly from its skinless, metal skull.

  Ivan almost jumped when Inga’s hand grasped his. His senses zeroed in on the place their skin touched. Her hand was warm and soft, just as he would have expected the hand of a real person – a real girl – to feel, but here in this place, it suddenly seemed artificial. He tried not to look at her in case her face revealed something he didn’t want to see, but in the end, he couldn’t look away. Her touch called loudly to him.

  Inga was smiling at him, a subdued smile, but a smile nonetheless. He smiled back, hoping it didn’t appear forced.

  “You are tense, Myfriend.”

  “This place gives me the creeps.”

  Redfern glanced around at them, doing a double take when he saw that they were holding hands. The big man glared at him, and the technician turned away again.

  This will be harder than I thought, he’s grown attached to it.

  He reached his work bay, thankful that there were no body parts lying around; the big guy looked spooked enough as it was.

  Redfern’s work bay was a space about 14 by 14 feet, partitioned from the ones around it by a low modular wall. A long desk lined the perimeter of the square space, an array of screens, computer equipment and other gadgets that Ivan didn’t recognize spread along the top of it. The technician pulled a pair of disposable gloves from a box on the desk and then gestured to what looked a lot like a dentist’s chair in the center of the cubicle.

  “It should sit here.”

  “She,” grunted Ivan.

  “Pardon?”

  “She should sit here.”

  “Oh – yes, she...”

  “It’s okay, Myfriend,” said Inga, releasing his hand and sitting down in the chair.

  Redfern watched the robot appreciatively. She certainly was a beauty, definitely the most beautiful custom order machine he’d seen Genitix produce.

  When he glanced up, he saw the big man glaring at him. Redfern cleared his throat and turned quickly to grab a cable from his desk.

  He held it up for Ivan to see.

  “This is just a cable; I am going to plug it into her so that we can run the diagnostic check.”

  Ivan nodded then reached into his jacket and pulled out his gun. He sat down on a nearby office chair and rested the weapon casually on his knee.

  “Go ahead but remember what I said.”

  Redfern pulled the lead across to the chair and leaned over the robot. Inga turned her head to the side, so he had easy access. He lifted her soft hair and pushed her ear forward with one finger, locating the micro USB port. He was just about to plug it in when she spoke.

  “What’s your name?”

  “Tom,” he said, surprised again by the robot’s strange behavior.

  He slid the cable home.

  “Tom. That is a nice name.”

  “Thanks,” he said. “Are you able to lift your head a little?”

  She did as he asked, and he lifted the hair behind her head and located the card slot. It was just below the sutured wound on the back of her head but didn’t look like it had sustained any direct damage. He turned back to the desk and picked up a pair of tweezers.

  “Now, after I remove this card, I will have you restart,” he said, as he bent over her again.

  “Yes, Tom.”

  “You may feel a twinge if your PhysSens software is still running.”

  “Yes, Tom.”

  Ivan sat forward in his seat.

  Redfern placed his hand on the top of her head and pushed it forward gently. Inga reached up and held her hair out of the way for him.

  “Thank you,” he said, not registering the helpful act. He lifted the tiny flap of skin hiding the card slot with his forefinger and then delicately clasped the card with the tweezers and eased it out.

  He held it up to the light.

  “That’s the little fucker that’s been causing all the trouble.”

  He dropped it into a tray on his desk. He knew the guys in forensics would want to reverse engineer it.

  Inga dropped her hair and looked at Tom.

  “Shall I restart now Tom?”

  “Yes, do that, then I can run the full diagnostic for you.”

  “Don’t look so worried Myfriend,” said Inga. “I will be awake again in a minute or two.”

  Again, Redfern’s eyes widened. He had never heard a robot speak with such humanlike nuance. The big man nodded, but still looked as tight as a guitar string.

  Inga’s eyes closed and after a few seconds, Ivan could hear a faint humming sound. The hum stopped after about a minute, and he watched her peaceful face as he waited for the hum to begin again. Thirty seconds passed by. Then a minute. As the heavy silence stretched on, Ivan’s face grew darker and darker. He glared at the technician.

  “I’m sure it will just take a second,” said Redfern, hating the shrillness in his voice.

  Finally, just when Redfern was about to suggest he restart her manually to circumvent the big man’s anger, the low humming began again. The technician sighed in relief and went to stand over the robot. He found himself pushed out of the way by the big man.

  Inga’s eyes opened and for just one or two horrible seconds, Ivan was sure she didn’t recognize him.

  “Myfriend,” the robot said. “Was I asleep for long?”

  He took her hand, his earlier doubts completely gone. He leaned over and kissed her on the lips.

  “No, not long at all,” he said to her and looked up at Redfern, who was watching him with a concerned frown. “Start the diagnostics; I want to get her out of here as soon as possible.”

  “Sure.”

  Jesus, this guy has tin dick bad.

  ‘Tin dick’ was the derogatory term the technicians had given to describe the love that some clients began to feel for their female robots.

  Redfern went to the computer he had started upon their arrival and hit a few keys. Lines of coding began running across the screen, soon filling it as the diagnostic program trawled through Inga’s hard drives and programming.

  Ivan didn’t leave Inga’s side. Redfern licked his lips nervously. He needed to call 911 somehow, or the creep would walk out of here with her in the next ten minutes.

  ***
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br />   Andre shook his head at the Russian’s luck. Hedley Whittaker, being a supreme nerd, had a fully kitted out workshop in his basement. Within fifteen minutes of performing open heart surgery on the smashed device, he had triumphantly held up a small chip to Andre.

  Now, as he perspired over his keyboard, a map of Chicago appeared on his bank of monitors, a telltale blip flashing intermittently in the heart of the central business district.

  “Whatever the device was tracking, is right there,” said Whittaker, pointing at the screen.

  Andre recognized the address; he had taken his boss there several times. It was the Genitix building.

  “Excellent. Do you have another device I can use to track them myself?”

  “I could rig something up, but it would take me a good few hours…”

  “Don’t bother. Can you monitor this screen and call me if they move again? I will pay you double the normal fee.”

  Andre could almost see the jackpot signs rolling in the FBI man’s eyes.

  “Sure!”

  Just a few minutes later, Andre and the others were speeding into the city.

  “We have located them,” he reported to Molenski over the phone.

  “Good. Remember I want them alive. When you have them, bring them straight here.”

  “Yes, Boss…”

  “And Andre?”

  “Yes?”

  “Don’t come back without them.”

  “No, boss.”

  27

  “How long will this take?” asked Ivan.

  “About twenty minutes.”

  “You’re sure?”

  “Yes, at least.”

  The big man nodded and turned back to Inga.

  “Do you mind if I put some music on? I find it helps me concentrate,” asked Redfern.

  Ivan waved his approval and pulled a stool across to sit by Inga. While he didn’t exactly have his back to Redfern, the technician, now sitting at his screen watching the numbers scroll endlessly, was partially shielded from his view.

  Redfern hit a few keys on the laptop next to his computer, and classical music began to play softly from the speakers. As he pretended to watch the screen, he looked surreptitiously at the robot and her beau, his hand just by the desk phone.

  Redfern saw the big man shuffle a little and look his way before resting his head on the robot’s shoulder. He heard them talking quietly now and then and wondered what such a conversation might be about.

  Redfern waited a minute and then reached across and carefully lifted the receiver, placing it gently on the desk before putting both hands back on the keyboard.

  Neither the robot nor the man seemed to notice; they continued their quiet but sporadic conversation. After another minute, he dared to dial a line out and then tapped 9-1-1 before quickly moving his hand back to the keyboard.

  He saw the timer on the LCD start up. He had been connected.

  “Okay,” he said, in a loud voice. “I think you can put the gun away now; it’s almost done.”

  Ivan looked at him suspiciously, and Redfern quickly pointed at the screen.

  “See? Almost there, no need for the gun anymore.”

  “Why are you yelling?”

  “I’m not yelling,” said Redfern more quietly, pushing his chair back to block his view of the phone.

  Ivan stood up, spotting it immediately. Redfern cowered in his chair as Ivan strode over and slammed the phone back onto its cradle before grabbing him by the collar and pulling him up out of the chair until their eyes were level.

  “You just fucked up” said Ivan, shoving the muzzle of his weapon under the man’s chin.

  “Please, I’m sorry! I just…”

  Suddenly Inga was there, the lead still running from her head to the computer.

  “What is wrong, Myfriend?”

  “He tricked us. He has called someone.”

  “Is this true, Tom Redfern?”

  “Disarm him! You are programmed to prevent a human coming to harm!”

  “Due to damage to my systems, I am not compelled to implement the first law of Robotics. This may be due to a malfunction or a corrupt file.”

  As if to punctuate her point, a shrill beep sounded from the computer and Redfern looked at the message displayed on the screen.

  Scan of Apex Model 0167 completed. Disk 2 corrupted. 1,879 files lost or damaged. Recommend replacement and reprogramming.

  “Oh, what the fuck!”

  “Please answer the question, Tom Redfern. Is the statement made by Myfriend true?”

  “Yes,” he said, distracted. “I called the police. You killed a lot of people… but we have a bigger problem.”

  “You thought you could help by calling them?”

  Redfern looked back to her and nodded, his eyes big.

  “Myfriend, I sense no malice on the part of Tom Redfern, please do not shoot him.”

  Over the music, they heard sirens in the distance. He looked back at Redfern and shook him.

  “What is this new problem?”

  Redfern pointed at the screen.

  “She’s not a Sinthetica model, she’s an Apex.”

  “What?”

  “Apex… she’s a military grade combat prototype.”

  Ivan shook him again and Inga placed her hand on his forearm.

  “Please, Myfriend… Tell us more Tom.”

  “I think whoever tried the hit on this Molenski guy wanted to make sure of it.” He looked at Ivan. “She’s dangerous man, you have to let me deactivate her.”

  Ivan tensed and pushed the gun harder under Redfern’s chin.

  “Say goodnight motherf…”

  “No Myfriend!”

  Frustrated, the big man looked at her then nodded. He lowered the gun before pushing Redfern away.

  The technician relaxed and looked at Inga with a new respect. There was something about her, and it wasn’t just damaged hardware or the fact that she was potentially even more dangerous than he first thought.”

  “Thank you, I…”

  Without warning, Ivan lashed out and smashed the handle of the gun against Redfern’s temple. The technician fell back heavily into his chair.

  He pushed the unconscious man back to his desk and grabbed his security pass from his shirt pocket before straightening. Inga was looking at him with her eyebrow raised.

  He shrugged sheepishly.

  “What? I didn’t shoot him. Come, we have to go.”

  ***

  Andre and his crew were a block away when his phone rang. Half expecting a call from Hedley Whittaker, he was surprised to see BOSS Calling on the screen of his phone.

  “Yes, Boss?”

  “There is a change of plans. Come back to the estate.”

  “But Boss, we’re just about to arrive and I haven’t had a call from Whittaker. That means they haven’t moved…”

  “I said turn around and come back!” Molenski yelled.

  “Okay,” said the Russian’s chief lieutenant, his voice tight.

  He told the driver to take the next turn. Barely a minute after the call, they were headed back the way they had come. Multiple police vehicles screamed past going in the direction of the Genitix building.

  “Looks like the heat is on,” said the driver.

  “Yes,” said Andre, thoughtfully. “The boss must have had a heads up.”

  If not, one way or another the traitor will be taken care of tonight.

  28

  Ivan led Inga out of the robotic boneyard and into the hall. He decided not to risk the elevators in case they were caught in the foyer. They headed instead for the internal fire stairs.

  It took them nearly seven minutes to make their way down into the basement parking level. When they burst through the doors, they were as surprised to run into the two uniform cops as the officers were to see them.

  “Freeze!” one of them yelled, pointing his already drawn gun at Ivan, as the other reached for his.

  So fast that it was almost unnatural,
Ivan disarmed the cop with two swift moves of his hands and then turned the confiscated weapon on him. The officer raised his hands in surrender.

  Even quicker, Inga snap kicked the weapon from the other cop’s hand as he drew it and sent it clattering across the concrete floor of the parking garage. The shocked cop backed up, reaching for the Taser on his belt. Again, she was too fast; her next kick struck him in the chest, and he flew backward, cracking his head on the polished concrete as he landed heavily. He didn’t get back up.

  Ivan stared at her, admiration on his face.

  “What?” she asked, in a distinctly human way.

  “Nothing,” said a smiling Ivan. He turned back to the cop he had disarmed. “Handcuffs… carefully.”

  “Okay, stay calm, no need for any more violence,” said the officer, keeping one hand up and reaching slowly for his handcuffs.

  Ivan watched warily as the cop handed them to him. Ivan gestured to an exposed gas pipe a few feet away.

  “Good, now, walk over there.”

  A minute later they were back in the SUV heading for the exit; one cop safely cuffed to the pipe, sans radio, the other still out cold and cuffed to another pipe.

  There were no signs of any other police in the basement and when they turned off the ramp and onto the side street it was also clear. Ivan had a feeling that it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

  He sped as fast as he dared towards the cross street at the rear of the large building. Just as they made the turn, he saw the flashing lights of a cruiser turn in behind them at the other end.

  Inga noticed.

  “Did the law enforcement officers in the vehicle see us, Myfriend?”

  “I don’t think so.”

  “Where will we go now?”

  “We’ll head back to Mateo’s restaurant. We should be safe there until morning, but I want to leave by 5 am at the latest.”

  “Yes, Myfriend.”

  Driving as sedately as possible, Ivan picked up speed when they were clear of the CBD.

  “So, what was that back there?”

  “I do not understand the question, Myfriend.”

  “You attacked that cop. You’re not supposed to...”