Extras u-4

by Скотт Вестерфельд

  "That looks like fun," Aya said, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Moggle was shooting.

  "See how that drone follows whatever his hand does?"

  The nano-frame was glowing now, turning bright white. It was about fifteen meters long, with swelling curves like the hull of a boat.

  "Nano-frames are the patterns inside holes in the wall," Hiro explained.

  "Huh," Frizz said. "I always wondered about that."

  The chunk of metal inside the nano-frame began to turn red, its edges softening like a melting ice cube's. A wave of heat spilled out from the tent.

  Aya squinted, her eyes stinging. It felt like standing too close to a fire.

  "Whoa," Frizz said. "How come my wall never gets this hot?"

  "Because you never made anything that big," Hiro said.

  The metal was moving now, flowing across the nanoframe like a viscous liquid, taking on its shape. It filled the spaces between the wires, like skin covering a skeleton. When it had stretched across the entire frame, the steel began to cool back into a solid. The inhuman was already guiding the lifting drone, nudging another lump of metal onto the next nano-frame.

  "So here's a question," Frizz said. "What do all these shapes make when you put them together?"

  Aya looked at the jumble of pieces. All were gently curved, but she couldn't figure out how they went together.

  "They look like boat hulls," she said.

  Hiro snorted. "Ah, the popular solid steel canoe."

  "I said like boats," Aya said.

  "There's no point guessing," Frizz said. "Let's keep moving till we get to the end."

  The next tent was much larger, as wide as a soccer field.

  The pit beneath it was at least forty meters deep, full of finished metal shapes and tangles of circuitry. Several inhumans floated inside, each manipulating a pair of hand-shaped lifting drones. The air was full of clanking and hissing as hot metal collided and fused.

  As she crept along the tent, Aya saw how the system worked. Each inhuman added one new piece, then passed it down, hardly pausing before setting to work on the next.

  "An assembly line," Frizz said. "Like an old Rusty factory."

  "Except much bigger," Hiro said. "Thanks to those drone hands."

  Aya nodded, remembering the Rusty term for this: mass production. Instead of making things only when people needed them, like holes in the wall did, Rusty factories had churned out vast quantities of stuff—t he whole world in a giant competition to use up resources as quickly as possible.

  The first hundred years of mass production had created more widgets and toys than the rest of history put together, but had also covered the planet with junk and sucked its resources dry. Worse, it was the ultimate way to turn people into extras—sitting all day performing the same task again and again, each worker a minuscule part of the whole machine. Anonymous and invisible.

  As they neared the end of the tent, the shape of the assembled pieces gradually became clear.

  One finished piece stood there, almost as tall as the pit was deep, with curved sides swelling gently in the middle. It was sleek and aerodynamic, the top tapered to a sharp point. Flight control surfaces stuck out from its sides, like fins on a shark.

  Aya remembered this history lesson too—no one could forget it—and realized that the inhumans' plans didn't really need mass drivers, or smart matter, or anything more advanced than classic Rusty technology.

  The awful thing that stood before her was a missile— an old-fashioned city killer, pure and simple.

  And every few minutes, another one was coming off the assembly line.

  Missile

  "Huh," Aya murmured. "I was actually right."

  Hiro nodded slowly. "Somehow, I wish you weren't."

  "But this doesn't make any sense," Frizz said. "Why build all those mass drivers and then use old-fashioned missiles?"

  "Maybe chunks of falling steel weren't evil enough for them," Hiro said. "Think of all the stuff Rusty missiles carried. Nanos, bio-warfare bugs, even nukes."

  Aya swallowed. "So this isn't about using up metal, or even knocking down a few cities. It's about " "Killing everyone," Hiro finished.

  "So they strip the ruins all over the world, shoot the metal here, then launch it right back at us?"

  Frizz shook his head. "Isn't that a little complicated?"

  "You heard Fausto," Hiro said. "The equator's the easiest place to launch from."

  Aya nodded, feeling a wave of guilty relief. Her story was true, except she'd been too optimistic.

  Nukes, nanos, bugs—whatever these missiles were carrying had to be a hundred times worse than falling metal.

  "But it only took a single Rusty missile to kill a whole city," Frizz said. "Why are they building so many?"

  "Humanity survived the oil plague," Aya said, shivering. "Maybe they want to make sure they kill everyone this time."

  "We have to warn Tally," Hiro said.

  "How?" Aya asked. "She's probably more than a kilometer away. And the freaks will catch us if we even try to ping her."

  "Then we have to go back to the ruin, use that transmitter to kick this place to the whole world."

  "But Tally said to wait!"

  "She thought the freaks might be on her side," Hiro said. "But it looks like they're not on anyone's side."

  Frizz shook his head. "But what if we're wrong? Do you want to make the same mistake twice, Aya?"

  He was staring at her, Hiro too, like she was responsible for the whole world's safety. But it was still her story, she supposed. Right or wrong, history would remember Aya Fuse as the one who'd kicked it.

  She sighed. "Okay. Before we do anything, let's make absolutely sure. We have to take a closer look."

  Down in the pit, three lifting drones had gathered around the newly constructed missile.

  Stretching out their metal fingers, they gently tipped it over onto its side, carrying it out of the factory and into the night.

  Aya scanned the darkness, but saw nothing except for the crooked shapes of girders thrusting from the ground. "No one's around."

  "Those drones must be automatic," Hiro said. His night-black hand stretched out a finger. "Look where they're headed."

  In the distance was a taller building. A lot more solid than the tents, it was shrouded in darkness.

  Hiro glided ahead, and Aya and Frizz took hold of Moggle. The hovercam towed them through the girders, staying low to the ground.

  "It's kind of weird how few people we've seen," Frizz said.

  "Mosquitoes, I guess," Aya said. "If we weren't in these suits, we'd have been eaten right now."

  "Maybe so. But you'd think anyone planning to nuke the world wouldn't mind using a little bug spray."

  Aya remembered what she'd seen from the hovercar— lots of inhumans braving the wind and rain, pushing their way through the girders. But on this still night no one was outside. Were they all busy making weapons?

  As they neared the darkened building, the lifting drones slowly angled the missile upright again.

  Two huge doors swung open, revealing a vast space within. Orange worklights spilled out across the hard-packed dirt.

  The drones carried the missile inside.

  The three of them floated to the edge of the huge doorway and peered in.

  "Nothing but a bunch of parts," Hiro said softly. "No people, as far as I can see."

  The doors began to swing closed.

  "What do we do?" Frizz asked.

  "We have to get a closer look at that thing," Aya said. She crept along behind one slowly closing door, Frizz and Hiro following. They slipped inside just before the doors met, the boom echoing through the building.

  "Great," Frizz whispered. "We're stuck in here now."

  The missile stood before them, the three lifting drones still attached to it.

  Dozens of tiny platforms hovered in the air, like serving drones at a party, but motionless. They carried instruments and tools, electronic parts, a
nd objects that Aya found completely mysterious.

  "Shoot those," she told Moggle.

  "This must be the next step in the assembly line," Hiro said. "Where they do all the detailed work by hand."

  "So where are they?" Frizz asked. "We haven't seen anyone since that last tent."

  "I guess that's a little nervous-making," Hiro said.

  A hissing noise filled the room.

  Frizz nodded. "Definitely nervous-making."

  Aya looked up—flakes were falling from the sky, like snow, but softly glowing. Near the ceiling a swarm of tiny drones hovered, spraying out gleaming white clouds.

  She caught a snowflake, watching it melt into a softly glowing white spot on her palm. Through the sneak-suit glove, she couldn't tell if it was warm or cold.

  "Maybe it's some kind of fire-fighting foam," Hiro said.

  Aya frowned. "But nothing's on fire."

  "Maybe they're really safety conscious," Hiro muttered.

  "I don't think it's about safety," Frizz said. "Look at us!"

  Aya turned to Frizz, and her eyes widened. Glowing spots had appeared all over his sneak suit.

  She watched another flake hit his shoulder, melting into a soft white mark. Luminous flecks covered her own arms.

  "You're both totally visible." Hiro looked down at himself. "Me too!"

  Frizz shook his head. "They knew we were wearing sneak suits!"

  "That means they know where we are " Aya's voice faded. The three lifting drones had drifted away from the missile. They turned as one, floating closer through the air.

  Their huge fingers were opening wide

  Hands

  "Moggle," Aya cried. "I need you!"

  Hiro was already zooming toward the ceiling. One of the drones swerved to follow him, the other two coming straight for Aya and Frizz.

  "Jump!" Frizz grabbed her hand and pushed off hard from the ground.

  They shot into the air, spinning wildly around each other, like a pair of hoverballs tied together.

  The snow swirled around them in a glowing blizzard.

  "Let go now!" Frizz shouted.

  His hand slipped from her grasp, and they shot away in opposite directions—the two drones flew between them, both missing by centimeters.

  Tumbling head over heels, Aya saw an expanse of wall coming toward her. She bent her knees, kicking with both feet as hard as she could. The metal boomed and shivered with the impact as she bounced away.

  "Moggle, here!" Aya screamed again.

  The hovercam twisted through the air below her, its black camo paint speckled with white dots.

  It wheeled and turned uncertainly, as if the glowing flakes had affected its vision.

  "This way!" she shouted. "Follow my voice!"

  A lifting drone was headed toward her, its fingers opening, reaching for her Moggle barreled into Aya like a punch in the stomach, shoving her out of its grasp.

  She doubled over with a grunt, arms wrapping around the hovercam, fingers scrambling for purchase on its smooth sides. The giant hand veered to follow, but its bulk was slow-turning, designed for carrying heavy weights, not chasing people.

  "Climb! Quick!" Aya cried.

  The hovercam obeyed, jerking her up toward the ceiling. The pursuing drones fingers crushed the air beneath her dangling feet.

  Hiro passed her on the way down, diving with both hands pressed together. His sneak suit was coated with white now, a Hiro-shaped constellation of sparkles. Another of the drones followed close behind him, leaving whirlwinds of glowing snow in its wake.

  "Frizz?" she called, looking around. He was somersaulting through the air, a giant hand only meters behind him.

  "That way, Moggle!" she cried. The hovercam shuddered in her arms, twisting in random directions, almost pulling itself from her grasp, then headed straight for the ceiling. "No, not up!"

  She heard Frizz cry out below, and looked down. He'd bounced off a wall, straight into the outstretched fingers of the drone. As he struggled, the hand closed around him.

  "Hiro!" she yelled. "You have to help Frizz!"

  "I can't!" he called back, his arms and legs twitching wildly. "Something's wrong with my rig!"

  "Down, Moggle!" Aya screamed with frustration. "Now!"

  Finally the hovercam obeyed, pulling her into a sudden dive. Aya's feet flailed behind her, one ankle clanging against the pursuing drone's metal palm, and spots of red pain washed over her vision.

  When she could see again, Moggle was still diving, headed right for the floor.

  "Not so fast!"

  But the hovercam was suddenly a hunk of lifeless metal in her hands. It had lost power completely, pulling her down like an anchor toward the hard dirt floor.

  "Moggle!" she shouted. "Wake up!"

  There was no response, and Aya let go. She tried to spin around and get her feet under her, readying to kick herself into the air once more. But somehow she wasn't weightless anymore, the pads of her hoverball rig as dead as Moggle.

  Momentum carried her down, faster and faster. The ground rose up like a huge fist, and a thud went through her body.

  And for a long moment Aya was swimming in a sea of blackness

  An Old Friend

  Something hard and huge pressed against her, squashing her lungs—the ground, she realized. She was lying on hard-packed dirt, no longer weightless, every breath hurting like a knife between her ribs.

  "Aya?"

  She opened her eyes, turned painfully over. A featureless face looked down at her, nothing but gray contours where a mouth and eyes should be, flecked with glowing white dots a sneak-suit mask.

  "Frizz?" she said, then let out a gasp. Talking hurt too, it turned out. "What happened?"

  "Looks like they caught us."

  "Oh, right." The last few minutes came back to Aya as she took a shuddering breath, cataloging all the places she hurt: ribs, shoulders, left ankle. She felt her sneak suit flickering with random textures, damaged from the fall. But its armor had probably saved her from much worse injuries. "Are you two okay?"

  "We're fine," Hiro said. "You fell pretty hard, though."

  "No kidding," she grunted. "I think something went wrong with Moggle."

  Frizz nodded. "Hire's suit went out too."

  "Your hovercam is undamaged," a strange voice said in English.

  Aya pulled herself up, looking around for whoever had spoken.

  But there was no one in sight but Frizz and Hiro.

  From down here on the floor of the huge orange-lit building, the unfinished missile towered overhead like a skyscraper. The three lifting drones lay on the dirt floor around them, their giant fingers in the air like the legs of dead spiders.

  The glowing snow had stopped falling, but the ground shimmered softly, as did Frizz's and Hiro's sneak suits and her own arms and hands. They'd gone from invisible to sparkling like fireflies.

  "The freaks jammed the magnetics in here," Hiro whispered. "We're not weightless anymore."

  "So I noticed," she said. After all day floating in the hoverball rig, Aya felt like she weighed a thousand kilograms.

  "Our apologies for any injuries," came the strange voice again. "But we know how dangerous you can be."

  Aya blinked, finally discovering the source of the words—it was lying right there on the ground, less than a meter away.

  "Moggle?" she said softly.

  "Forgive us for making modifications to your hovercam," Moggle said in its weird and unexpected new voice. "We found it damaged in the jungle. While making repairs, we installed this voice chip."

  Aya groaned, remembering her reunion with Moggle out by the ruins. For once it hadn't flashed its blinding night-lights, which wasn't like Moggle at all.

  "We hoped you would rejoin your hovercam," the voice continued. "And we would have a chance to talk with you directly."

  "You've been watching us this whole time!" Aya cried.

  "Our apologies for our deception, and for your injuries. It was necessary to
disable you temporarily and bring you into a controlled environment."

  "Controlled environment?" Aya snorted. "You mean a prison?"

  "Of course not!" Moggle's new voice said. "We are honored to have you here. Our colleague offers her profound thanks, by the way. Your hovercam saved her life when she fell from the ruins."

  "Yeah, this is some thanks." Aya sat up straighter, pain shooting through her.

  "If you allow us to explain, we think you'll discover that our aims and yours are complementary."

  Aya laughed. "Sorry, but our aims don't include blowing up the world!"

  The voice paused, then answered, "It is unfortunate, but certain foolish children have misled you.

  Perhaps you'll listen to an old friend."

  Aya frowned. An old friend? Who did they think she was? And why were they talking to her in English, anyway?

  A rumble passed through the building, the huge doors parting a bare sliver. Through the opening, Aya saw several inhumans hovering nervously, needle fingers at the ready.

  In front of them was a strange-looking man, with wild hair and bizarre ragged clothes. He slipped through the doors, which hurriedly closed behind him.

  Aya blinked—she'd never seen anyone so ugly.

  His skin was sunburned and his features crooked. The beaming smile he gave her was unbelievably snaggle-toothed.

  He laughed and said in English, "I knew you would come for me, Young Blood!"

  "Um, I don't think we've met," Aya said. "And what did you just call me?"

  "Your voice is " He stepped closer, sharp eyes flicking among the three of them. "If you would show your face, Young Blood."

  A short, painful laugh escaped Aya. "You think I'm ?"

  "She's not Tally Youngblood!" Frizz exploded. He turned to Aya. "The freaks think we're Cutters."

  Frizz reached up to pull his hood off. Aya did the same, and after a moment's hesitation, Hiro sighed and followed suit.

  The man stared at the three of them, dumbfounded.

  "See?" Aya said. "I really don't think we've met." She gave as deep a bow as her injured ribs allowed. "My name is Aya Fuse."