Trans-Human (Post-Human Sequel)

by David Simpson

  When they reached the front entrance of the Council’s headquarters, Djanet was there to greet them. Her face appeared stricken by worry and she began walking with them in step as James hurried into the building. “The situation appears very bad, Commander. No one has any idea what’s going on. The anomaly doesn’t appear to make any sense. And the chief is furious with you for taking so long to get here,” she informed James, her eyes on his flight suit. It would be very difficult for James to explain himself.

  “It’s okay, Djanet. That’s a minor concern right now,” he said without even looking at her as he marched toward the door of the emergency strategy room. As soon as he entered, the eyes of all of the Council members who were present, as well as the dozens of assistants and advisors, fell on him.

  “Keats, just where in the hell were you?” Gibson thundered as he saw James’s flight suit. His eyes narrowed. “You better have one hell of an explanation, son.”

  “I’m not your son,” James replied. “I want to know everything that you know, and I want to know now.”

  Gibson was aghast at James’s insubordination and exhaled as though he had been punched. “You arrogant, impudent dog! Who the hell do you think you are, Keats? Flying around in space on some kind of adventure and then marching in here and giving orders? I should have you thrown out!”

  “But you can’t and you won’t and we both know it. You need me so stop wasting my time and tell me what’s going on.”

  “Wasting time? You have the nerve to...”

  “Will you shut up, please?” James said, putting his hand up to block Gibson’s face from his vision and stepping further into the room. “I want to know exactly what’s going on here—from the beginning.”

  Djanet spoke in response. “The new upgrades that you made to the A.I.’s long range sensors before you transferred your powers to the operating program detected something about two hours ago. At first, we thought it was the sensors malfunctioning because the size and speed of the anomaly didn’t make any sense. But the object has continued heading this way, directly towards Earth, and it doesn’t seem to be affected by gravitational pull or any of the natural forces that would alter a naturally occurring phenomenon’s trajectory.”

  James remained silent for a moment as he took in this information. It meshed perfectly with the analysis that he had made on the way back to Earth. It was time to share the horrifying truth with those assembled. “That’s because it isn’t a naturally occurring phenomenon. It has a purpose.”

  5

  The room remained in stunned silence for a moment until Chief Gibson finally scoffed, “Have you completely lost your mind, Keats? Something that big cannot have a purpose.”

  “Why not?” James challenged his superior.

  Gibson was at a loss for words at first as he tried to assemble an appropriate line of reasoning. “Because it’s impossible for something that big to be alive! Have you not seen its size? We’ve calculated it at...” Gibson paused for a moment as he tried to call up the correct figures in his mind’s eye. After a moment of flustered searching, he looked desperately for someone to help him—his eyes fell on Djanet. “Girl! You were the one who told me the size! Tell him!”

  Djanet tried to keep her composure but exhaled deeply before answering. “It is well over 1 million kilometers in diameter. It’s nearly ten times the size of Jupiter.”

  “Ho-ly,” Rich said under his breath.

  “You see?” Gibson shouted. “How can something that large be alive?”

  “It depends what your definition of alive is,” James replied.

  Gibson turned away in disgust and threw his hands into the air in frustration as he gestured toward the other six Council members who were there in person. “It’s always riddles with this man! Insufferable!”

  One of the other members of the Council, Jun Kim, tried to remain even keeled. “Commander Keats, can you explain what is happening so that the Council can understand and act appropriately?”

  “Certainly,” James replied before answering frankly, “You’re almost certainly about to be wiped out by an alien race of machines.”

  The room became deadly silent and even Gibson had nothing to say as he whirled around to fix his disbelieving eyes onto James. With no one willing or able to respond to his statement, James continued. “We have less than seven hours to evacuate the entire planet and the solar system. The faster people get out, the better chance they’ll have of escaping. The people on Mars will have even less time so you better issue the orders immediately.”

  Again, it was a long moment before Gibson finally let out a guffaw. “You want us to abandon the solar system?”

  “You have no choice,” James said.

  “We have no plan for a solar system evacuation. What do you want us to do? Where do you want us to go?” Gibson demanded.

  “It will be everyone for themselves. There will be no rendezvous point—the alien machines would be able to use that information to pursue us and kill the last of humanity.”

  “The last of...” Gibson couldn’t finish the sentence. In his worst nightmares, he had never dreamt of anything as horrifying as this.

  “James,” Thel began as she stepped beside him and laced her fingers around his arm. “What’s happening?”

  “You must be mad,” Gibson finally said as he leaned against a work station, his legs feeling as though they might give out on him.

  “I’m sorry, but you simply do not have time to debate this,” James said.

  “Why?” Gibson demanded. “How do we know you’re right? You want us to evacuate the entire species based on what? You’ve barely looked at our data!”

  “I studied the data you sent me on the way here and I’m telling you that there is only one explanation for what we’re seeing,” James explained in an even but urgent tone. “If I’m wrong, I’m sorry in advance. We’ll know in a few hours and everyone can return to Earth. But if I’m right, and I’m almost certain I am, then there’s an alien race of machines heading this way and their numbers are so vast that we don’t have a hope in hell against them.”

  “How can you know this?” Gibson asked, still disbelieving.

  “I have to confess, old buddy, I wouldn’t mind an explanation myself,” Old-timer said.

  James nodded. “It’s simple: you’re right, Chief Gibson. Nothing organic could possibly be moving that quickly towards us so, by your definition of living, nothing alive is headed our way. However, that’s a pretty damn narrow view of the definition of life.”

  “You’re an arrogant...”

  James cut Gibson off before he could finish his remark. “The anomaly wasn’t affected by gravitational forces so this isn’t a natural, mindless path that it is taking. It is heading towards Earth and it has a purpose.”

  “And that would be...?” Gibson asked, sarcasm and hatred dripping from the words.

  “To make contact with the A.I.” James replied.

  6

  “The A.I.?” Old-timer responded, astonished.

  “How can you possibly know that?” Gibson demanded suspiciously.

  “The A.I. told me that he intended to find another being like himself in the universe and to join with it,” James related. “As far he was concerned, it was a virtual certainty that there was another being like him. Apparently, he made contact.”

  “With an alien?” Rich asked in disbelief of the absurd turn of events.

  “Then what do we do, James?” Thel asked, fear creeping into her voice.

  “We have no choice,” James explained. “If the A.I. told the alien A.I. that it had wiped out humanity and was reproducing, then it is in for a surprise when it finds out the A.I. is gone. We can only assume that, from that point on, its intentions toward us will be hostile. Our only chance for survival is escape.”

  “How do we do that?” asked Old-timer.

  “Every dwelling in the solar system can be cocooned in a magnetic field and become its own ship,” said James “The replicator
s on board can provide all of the air, water and food necessary for as long as the people within need it and until they find another habitable planet.”

  “You know damn well there is almost no chance of anyone ever finding a habitable planet in their lifetime! What you’re talking about is the mass suicide of the species!” Gibson spat with vitriol.

  “It’s better than a species-wide holocaust,” Thel yelled back at him.

  “She’s right,” Old-timer concurred. “This is the best alternative.”

  “It’s the only alternative with any chance of survival,” James asserted. He turned to the rest of the Council members. “I’m sorry, there is just no other way.”

  “We can’t possibly evacuate everyone in time,” Gibson said, desperately fighting back.

  “I might be able to buy us slightly more time,” James said.

  “How much time?” Old-timer asked.

  “How?” Gibson demanded.

  “Maybe an hour. Maybe only minutes. But it would mean reassuming the powers of the A.I.”

  “What?” Gibson shouted furiously. “Now I see your game, Keats! This is all some kind of sham cooked up by you to get back into the A.I. and take control of the solar system!”

  “That’s absurd!” Thel responded in James’s defense.

  “Chief Gibson, have you not been listening at all?” asked Councillor Kim. “Have you not seen the evidence for yourself?”

  “I’ve seen data on a computer screen—data that could be faked! Could be faked by him!” Gibson shouted while pointing in James’s direction.

  James ignored the accusations and explained his reasoning to the council members. “If I assume the position of the A.I. again, I’ll be in a position to facilitate the evacuation and to fight the alien’s machine forces. I’ll also be able to help the Purists.”

  “The Purists? Why are we wasting our time on them?” Gibson retorted.

  James snapped around and shot Gibson an atavistic snarl. “Why am I wasting my time on you?”

  Gibson stepped toward James with his fists threateningly clenched. Old-timer quickly stepped in between them.

  “Hold on, Aldous. The Purists aren’t what they used to be,” Old-timer said.

  “What they used to be?” Thel reacted with surprise.

  “What is that supposed to mean?” Djanet interjected.

  “‘Aldous?’” Rich said, shocked to hear Old-timer addressing the chief on a first name basis. “You two are old chums or something?”

  “What’s going on, Old-timer?” James asked, finally.

  Old-timer nodded and held his hands up reassuringly against the barrage of questions. “We’ve got history. Look, you have to understand that things between the Purists and us haven’t always been so... civil.”

  “They’re bloodthirsty barbarians!” Gibson yelled, furiously. “Haven’t you told them, Craig? Haven’t you told them what they’ve put us through? What we’ve both lost?”

  “What the hell...?” Rich whispered in an almost breathless surprise. “What is he talking about, Old-timer?”

  Old-timer stood in the middle, James and the others on one side and Gibson on the other, desperately trying to insert reason and balance into the discussion. “In the beginning... there was a lot of blood. A lot of misunderstanding.”

  Gibson snorted and turned away disgustedly. “Putting it rather mildly, aren’t we Craig?”

  “They aren’t the same people, Aldous. I know. I’ve met them. Years have past,” Old-timer asserted to the Chief. “They aren’t the same Luddites you remember.”

  Gibson ignored Old-timer’s arguments, instead turning to the council to make his own argument. “If we need someone to assume the powers of the A.I., then it should be me. I’m the highest ranking member of the Council and I’ll put our resources where they’re needed. Helping our people.”

  “Don’t let him assume the A.I.’s powers, James,” the kindly voice whispered in James’s ear again. The voice startled James and his muscles became rigid, alerting Thel.

  “What’s the matter?” she asked him.

  James didn’t respond as he watched Chief Gibson continue to try to persuade the rest of the Council. “And if this is an attempt by Keats to grab power once again, then allowing me to take control will thwart his plans.”

  James didn’t have time to solve the mystery of the voice. For now, he needed to heed its advice. “If I’d wanted control, all I needed to do was keep it when I had it. No clever ‘ruses’ were necessary. And the reason you should grant me permission to take on the A.I.’s powers again is because I have the most experience—there’s no time for on the job training.”

  There was a moment as the Council members talked the decision over with each other. In less than a minute, a consensus was reached. Jun Kim spoke. “Aldous, I’m sorry, but we have to agree with Commander Keats on this vital decision. As our last act as the Governing Council, we’re authorizing James Keats to assume full control of the A.I.’s powers and to commence the evacuation of the solar system.”

  7

  “Everyone in this room needs to get their own evacuation plans in order and to get off the planet as quickly as possible. Good luck to you all,” James said.

  Gibson backed away, in shock at his defeat in the impromptu election and at the coming disaster. “You’d better be right about this, Keats. Or I promise, I will destroy you.”

  “Good luck to you and yours, Chief,” James replied before turning his back on the Chief to allow for Gibson’s humiliating retreat.

  “Here we go again, huh guys?” Rich commented as he scratched his head.

  “What’s the game plan, Commander?” Djanet asked.

  “The first thing we need to do is get Death’s Counterfeit operational so that I can re-enter cyberspace and assume control of the A.I. mainframe,” James said.

  “I’m on it,” Djanet began as she went to a work station to prepare the transfer of James’s consciousness.

  “Then we’re going to need to get down to Buenos Aires to help the Purists,” James said. “They’re going to have no idea what’s going on and they’ll need our help to get off the planet.”

  “We? Does that mean you’re going to be in two places at once again?” Old-timer asked.

  James nodded. “I’ll be able to control my physical body as well once I’m in the A.I. mainframe again and I’ll be a better help to you once I have direct access to the A.I.’s database and computing power.”

  “How are we going to help the Purists?” Old-timer asked.

  “I honestly don’t know yet,” James admitted. “We only have a few hours to figure out how to get 10 000 Purists off the Earth and out of harm’s way. I can only hope there’s something I can come up with once I’ve assumed the A.I.’s powers again. Old-timer, you better contact Governor Wong and tell him what’s happening so that they’re as prepared as possible for our arrival.”

  “You got it,” Old-timer nodded as he stepped away to make the call.

  “What about us?” Rich asked as he and Thel stepped forward.

  “Rich, I know you want to help us, but you have a very big family that needs you right now,” James began. “You don’t have to stay behind with us to help the Purists. If you want to be with your family, we completely understand.”

  Rich was momentarily dumbfounded by the suggestion.

  Djanet turned ever so slightly away from her work, temporarily focusing most of her attention on the nearby exchange.

  “He’s right,” Thel chimed in. “Your family will be looking to you now. Maybe you better go to them.”

  Rich was stunned as he quickly turned these events over in his mind. James and Thel were right. His family would need him and, if he stuck around, he was increasing the chances that they wouldn’t survive. He would need all the time he could to get their plans ready and their group off of the planet. Yet making this decision meant that he almost certainly would never see James, Thel, Old-timer and Djanet again. It was a shocking and bi
tter pill to swallow after everything that they had been through together.

  “Thank you, Commander. You’re right. I have to help my family.” He didn’t know what to do with himself for a moment and Thel, as she had done many times over the years, reached out to embrace him.

  “You’re going to be okay. Good luck, Rich.”

  James shook Rich’s hand and smiled. “I’m going to miss you, you crazy son of a gun.”

  “I’m going to miss you too, Commander. The world’s always ending when you’re around. It’s been kind of exciting.” He stepped away from them and looked at Old-timer and Djanet who were working on either side of the room. Djanet stared back at him silently, not knowing what to say. As tears began to well in his eyes, he decided it would be easier to make a quick exit. “Tell them I said, bye,” he managed to whisper before bolting for the door. James and Thel watched him leave with matching expressions of sadness.

  “Good luck, my friend” James said quietly.

  “Commander,” Djanet began, quickly regaining control over her composure. “Death’s Counterfeit is ready. We’re standing by for you to reassume control of the A.I..”

  8

  “How can this be happening again?” Governor Wong thundered in frustration as he spoke to the projected image of Old-timer on his wall screen. Alejandra stood nearby with an expression of dismay.

  “I’m sorry, Governor. It has come as a shock to all of us,” Old-timer offered, trying his best to explain.

  “A shock?” Wong retorted with fury. “Why should it shock you people? This is the second time this has happened, for God’s sake! You people have created technological monsters that you are incapable of controlling!”