Trans-Human (Post-Human Sequel)

by David Simpson

  “We’re willing to fight, Craig,” Alejandra retorted.

  “Agreed,” Lt. Patrick chimed in. “You shouldn’t sacrifice your people”

  “You need more than willingness,” Old-timer replied.

  “Enough,” James asserted. “Old-timer, tell them they’re our only chance of getting out of here alive. Keep an eye on that hull and keep a close watch on the doors and the engine.”

  “They’ll die because of that decision,” Thel insisted.

  “Not if you follow my lead, Thel. Find a way to electrify the hull.”

  Outside, Djanet continued blasting as Rich felt he was ready to separate. “I’m okay now. Thanks!” He let go of Djanet and reengaged his own magnetic field as he started firing at any androids in his path.

  “Old-timer!” Djanet shouted as she opened communication, “We need you to open the starboard airlock!”

  “That’s a negative,” Old-timer replied.

  “What?” Djanet asked, stunned.

  “James analyzed the situation and, if we open the doors, the chances of the ship being overwhelmed are too great.”

  “Old-timer!” Rich shouted as he continued blasting, “Open the damn door!”

  “We need you to clear the androids off the doors and away from the engines first!” Old-timer shouted back.

  James entered the communication at that moment to plead for Rich and Djanet’s understanding. “Guys, we’re not going to make it unless you help us from out there. I’m sorry but we have no choice. You’re our only hope!”

  Rich continued desperately shooting as he and Djanet reached the starboard side of the vessel, still coated with androids that were clawing at the titanium frame of the ship like wolves attacking a bloody piece of meat. “There are too many of them, Commander!”

  “You don’t have to destroy them all! Just give us the time we need set up an electromagnetic charge to get rid of the rest of them!”

  “How long do you need?” Djanet asked through gasps as, like Rich before her, she neared exhaustion.

  “Three minutes,” James shouted back——the number was random. In actuality, he had no idea.

  “Better speed it up! We’ll be dead in thirty seconds!” Rich shouted back.

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  “We’ve got our first hull breach!” Old-timer shouted as he scrolled through the ship’s map to see where the breach was located. “The engines!”

  “Of course,” James growled. “Djanet, Rich! One of those things has breached the hull next to the engines! We need you to knock it off of there or this is going to be a short ride!”

  “Copy that!” Djanet answered as she and Rich worked their way to the back of the ship. They were immediately caught in the wake of the massive magnetic engines and tossed around like cotton balls on a windy Chicago day.

  “Well... isn’t this just a walk in the park!” Rich grunted as he struggled to stay on course.

  “The good news is that it’s tough for the androids too!” Djanet replied. “They can’t get to us while we’re in here! It might just buy James the time he needs to ready the electromagnetic pulse.”

  “Not if we can’t get those alien freaks off of the engines!” Rich shouted back. “Do you see them?”

  Djanet peered through the brilliant azure distortions created by the engines until she could make out a large group of androids who had peeled back a small portion of the titanium casing surrounding the engines. The small portion was threatening to become a large portion as nearly a dozen of the androids had grabbed a hold of it and were tugging at it violently, thrashing it. “Yes, I see them!”

  “Can you get a shot?”

  “It’s hard to hold steady, but I think so!” she responded. It was like holding onto the rope after falling while waterskiing, waves throwing you around violently until you didn’t know if you were facing up or down. She tried to stay steady and, when she thought she was in as good a position as she was going to get, she fired. Unfortunately, the blast got caught in the distortion of the engines and boomeranged back in an arc, glancing off Rich’s magnetic cocoon and temporarily driving him out of the engine’s wake and back into danger—there were still millions of androids in the vicinity. “Sorry!”

  “I’m okay!” Rich shouted back as he zipped up into the protection of the distortion once again. “I don’t want to be, you know, that guy, but that was not a very good shot! I’m sorry to be so critical!”

  “I can’t possibly hit them from here!”

  “We’re going to have to get out of the wake to get a clear shot!” Rich concluded.

  Meanwhile, the ship finally left the stratosphere and entered space. “Okay, the autopilot’s engaged now,” James announced. “Thel, how is it coming?”

  Thel shook her head in frustration. “It’s not. Nothing I try leads anywhere. I’ve tried rerouting power from the engines to the hull’s insulation but it’s simply not enough voltage to do any damage.”

  James examined the data quickly. “You’re right. Damnit. I should’ve built an EMP into the design of the ship. I was so fixated on the minutia of the design that I couldn’t see the big picture.”

  “Then you need to start looking at the big picture, boss,” Old-timer said. “Rich and Djanet aren’t going to make it much longer.”

  “Might I make an ‘outside the box’ suggestion?” the A.I. said to James.

  “Yes,” James replied.

  “Perhaps your friend Nikola Tesla could be of help?”

  James’s eyes opened wide and a faint smile crossed his lips. “That’s actually a hell of an idea!”

  “What?” Thel asked.

  “I’ve got it! I know how to save Rich and Djanet!”

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  “Of course, you’ll need to build a tower,” the A.I. said as he calmly strolled by James back at the mainframe.

  James was still in the operator’s position. “I’m on to you,” he replied.

  “What?” the A.I. smiled, placing a hand on his chest as he mockingly feigned sincerity. “I’m only trying to help.”

  “You’re trying to give away our position, which you will accomplish and you know it.”

  “My heavens. That was never part of my thinking,” the A.I. replied, amused.

  “The androids have already reached the mainframe in Seattle and know it was abandoned. They’ll be looking for you—us—and tracing signals. The nans are working based on preprogramming now but building the Tesla-designed tower will require me to send millions of instructions—traceable instructions.”

  A continent away, in a place called Shoreham, Long Island, about sixty miles from Manhattan, the nans began to swirl in tiny wisps along the muddy ground. They multiplied at an exponential rate and what had been wisps soon became a hurricane of activity. In just a few minutes, a Tesla tower, a magnificent metal structure stretching 180 feet into the air, stood triumphantly in the field. It exactly matched the designs and dimensions that the world’s greatest inventor had implemented but had never had the chance to complete.

  “The aliens, no doubt, will have already traced the command signals back to us,” the A.I. began, “and you can’t run—they would be able to trace that too. You disappoint me, James. Just when I thought you were becoming an admirable computer, you had to go and ruin it with your pathetic human feelings of compassion.”

  “I have a few more tricks up my sleeve yet,” James replied. The tower began to whir as James brought it to life. “You’re witnessing history here—something that should have happened hundreds of years ago—the human species is about to go truly wireless.”

  “A little late, don’t you think?”

  “Better late than never,” James replied.

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  High above the Earth’s atmosphere, Rich and Djanet were about to put a hastily formulated plan into action. “Okay. Let’s do this!” Rich shouted as the two post-humans exited the wake of the magnetic engines on opposite sides and then shot simultaneously at the androids that were tearing apart the en
gine casing. Both blasts hit their mark, knocking several of the androids unconscious and off of the hull. However, the blasts also caught the attention of dozens more machines and they reacted with fury, lifting off of the hull and pursuing Rich and Djanet. The post-humans quickly darted back inside the relative safely of the engine’s wake. Rich watched as android after android tried to enter the wake, only to be blasted away by its force like a person trying to walk unprotected into a raging waterfall. “I think we made them angry!’ Rich observed.

  Meanwhile, in the cockpit, James excitedly monitored the progress of the Tesla tower. “Old-timer, remember what I told you about the ionosphere of Venus?”

  “Yes,” Old-timer replied, his brows knitted at first until he realized the significance of James’s words. Suddenly, his eyes opened wide and a slight smile emerged on his face. “You’re going to create the electromagnetic surge we need with the ionosphere!”

  When Thel realized what that meant, her mouth formed a wide and relieved smile; at least temporarily, her fears that James’s thinking was becoming too machine-like abated. “That’s brilliant, James! I knew you wouldn’t let them die!”

  “We’re not out of the woods yet, but in another thirty seconds, once our coordinates are linked to the tower, we’ll...”

  James didn’t get the chance to finish his sentence. An android ripped a hole in the ceiling of the cockpit and lunged into the room, smashing into James in a sickening meeting of metal with meat and bone.

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  “James!” Thel screamed as she blasted the android, instantly rendering it unconscious and sending it into the wall with enough force to leave a sizable dent.

  An automatic magnetic field went up to stop the cockpit from depressurizing but, unlike the magnetic cocoons of the post-humans, it wasn’t impregnable. As a result, more androids began crawling through the small hole in the ceiling. Old-timer blasted the first one and scrambled to get across the room to protect the Purists.

  “You have to get out of here!” Old-timer shouted to Alejandra as she grabbed General Wong and began to pull him out of the room, aided by Lt. Patrick.

  Their efforts were too little, too late. The third android to enter the room was immediately followed by a fourth and a fifth. Thel, who had sprawled over James’s badly broken body to form a protective shield, twisted her body around to shoot one of the androids while Old-timer managed to shoot another, but the last one made it to Alejandra and stuck an instrument into her neck, instantly rendering her unconscious.

  “No!” Lt. Patrick shouted as he pulled his gun out of his holster and unloaded into the back of the android. One of the bullets ricocheted off of the titanium frame of the mechanical monster and hit Old-timer in the shoulder, spinning him around. He fell against the android and, in turn, it stabbed him with the same instrument that it had used on Alejandra, rendering him unconscious. It grabbed him roughly under the arm and pulled his limp body with it back out of the hole and into space, killing the post-human almost instantly.

  “Old-timer!” Thel cried out as, still draped over James’s badly crushed and bloodied body, she watched Old-timer die.

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  “Are you seeing that?” Rich asked Djanet as his eye caught a glimpse of one of the androids pulling a limp body with him out into the blackness of space like a hawk carrying a mouse back to its nest.

  “Yes!” Djanet shouted in distress. She immediately tried to patch into Old-timer’s mind’s eye but there was no response. She followed that by attempting to contact James—again, there was no response. “I can’t get a hold of the cockpit! Something bad has happened!” Finally, she reached Thel, who was too distraught and too caught up in a firefight to respond. “The cockpit’s been compromised!”

  “We’ve got to save whoever that is!” Rich shouted as he darted out of the safety of the wake and into pursuit of the fleeing android.

  Suddenly, at that very instant, the Tesla tower came to life, connecting to the almost limitless energy of the Earth’s ionosphere and channeling a massive electromagnetic pulse to the hull of the Purist ship. In a blink of an eye, thousands of androids were suddenly rendered unconscious and blasted off of the hull, scattering in all directions and forming, ever so briefly, the shape of a dark metallic flower, the petals floating into space.

  The escaping android was instantaneously obscured from view. “Damn! I lost sight of him!” Rich shouted. “Have you got a visual?” Rich asked Djanet desperately.

  “No,” she shook her head as she tried to see past the flood of unconscious android bodies. She craned her neck and her eyes darted from focal point to focal point, but it was a wasted effort. “We lost him,” she finally said after a long, desperate minute.

  In the cockpit, Thel blasted the last of the androids that had entered the room before the electrification of the hull and then collapsed onto the floor next to James. Her face was streaked with tears and her mouth was twisted into an expression of agony as the vision of Old-timer being murdered in front of her eyes replayed itself in a loop.

  “Thel?” Djanet’s voice broke in on her mind’s eye. “What’s happening?”

  “You better get in here,” Thel said through tears. “James is hurt badly and they took Old-timer!”

  There was a long pause.

  “Can you repeat that?” Djanet asked, disbelieving.

  “Old-timer is dead,” Thel repeated.

  Part 2

  1

  James flashed into Thel’s mind’s eye. “Thel?”

  “James!” Thel shouted in reply, her expression still agonized.

  “What’s happened? My body’s unconscious.”

  “An android broke into the cockpit, James!” Thel related, distraught. “It crushed your body and then it attacked the Purists and... and...” her voice broke before she could say the words, but she struggled and managed to whisper, “they got Old-timer.”

  In the mainframe, James was silent. The A.I. stood nearby, drinking in the anguish of his foe. “This is where we see the fallibility of human emotion. Even though you are here in cyberspace, your consciousness remains the same pathetic, predictable human pattern, and therefore subject to your pathetic, predictable human thoughts. The death of your friend clouds your judgement. Your situation is dire and time is your utmost asset and yet you waste it—unable to act.”

  James turned to the A.I. and sneered. “I’ll kill you for this—and this time, there will be no coming back.”

  The A.I. shook his head. “You can’t kill a part of yourself, James—and you’re still wasting time.”

  James addressed Thel. “Thel, how bad are the injuries to my body?”

  Thel interfaced with James’s nans and downloaded a detailed physical diagnostic. “It’s bad, James. You’re body is in full recovery mode—it’s essentially dead and being rebuilt. You’re spine is broken in—oh my God—seven places. The list of injuries to the rest of your body is too long to go through. The nans are working on repairing it but—it may not be salvageable.”

  James absorbed the information and instantly realized the repercussions. “That’s a problem, Thel.” James replied. “That stunt with the Tesla tower may have cleared away the androids and allowed you to escape, but I’ve also compromised the mainframe’s position.”

  “What does that mean?” Thel asked. “Are you saying the aliens know where you are now?”

  “Yes, and I can’t run anymore. I need to have a body to put my consciousness back into or else I’m...” James didn’t finish his sentence.

  “Can’t you just create another body, James?” Thel asked, confused.

  James shook his head. “No. The planet is completely overwhelmed. I’d never be able to get off the surface.”

  Thel’s concern was steadily increasing as she tried to think of a solution. “Could we make another body for you here?”

  James shook his head again. “The nans onboard aren’t programmed to create a human body—the ones inside my body aren’t equipped for that either
—and I can’t reprogram them because any signals with that much information would be blocked now by the alien A.I..” James sighed. “Thel, get my body to sick bay and do whatever you can to facilitate a recovery. I’ll try to buy time down here but that body is my only chance.”

  Thel nodded as the horror began to sink in. She looked up and saw Alejandra’s unconscious body being carted onto a stretcher by medical staff as Governor Wong and Lt. Patrick looked on. “This man needs your help, also,” she said.

  A medic bounded over the unconscious body of an android and grimaced when he saw James. “Um, ma’am—he’s dead.”

  “He’s not dead,” she retorted calmly. “He needs to be in sick bay. Get a stretcher.”

  The medic appeared confused but he knew he was dealing with a post-human, and with post-humans, all seemed possible. He bounded back over the android and called for another stretcher.

  “James,” Thel began as she looked at James’s virtual image on her mind’s eye, “how long will our communications remain open?”

  “I don’t know, Thel. It could go down at any time or it could remain strong—it all depends on whether or not the alien A.I. deems our speaking to be a threat.”

  “Then... James... if we get cut off...”

  “As long as my body pulls through, everything will be okay, Thel.”

  “I love you, James,” Thel said.

  “I love you too, Thel.”

  2

  The androids that thudded one by one onto the rich, black forest floor of Cathedral Grove were different than the ones James had seen earlier—these ones were highly trained. They didn’t have any sort of visible weaponry but they moved like soldiers on the hunt and, one supposed, they didn’t need weapons—their bodies were enough. They didn’t speak, but it was clear that they were communicating from the way they fanned out amongst the towering trees, moving almost as though they were one mind. They were hunting for signs of the mainframe. It wouldn’t be long until they found it.