The Chimera Adjustment 1.5: Guarding an Angel
by
Caleb Wachter
Copyright © 2014 by Caleb Wachter
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IMPERIUM CICERNUS: THE CHIMERA ADJUSTMENT
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Ure Infectus
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Guarding an Angel
Book II: Sic Semper Tyrannis
SPINEWARD SECTORS: MIDDLETON'S PRIDE
Book I: No Middle Ground
Book II: Up The Middle
Book III: Against The Middle
Book IV: McKnight's Mission (A House Divided, I)
Book V: Middleton's Prejudice
Book VI: Lynch's Legacy (A House Divided, II)
Book VII: The Middle Road
Book VIII: A House United (A House Divided, III)
SPINEWARD SECTORS: A TRACTO TALE
The Forge of Men
SPHEREWORLD NOVEL SERIES
Book I: Joined at the Hilt: Union
Book II: Joined at the Hilt: Dross
SPHEREWORLD NOVELLA
Prequel: Between White and Grey
SEEDS OF HUMANITY: THE COBALT HERESY SERIES
Book I: Revelation
Book II: Reunion
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Table of Contents
Chapter I: On Feathered Wings
Chatper II: The Heart of an Angel
Chapter III: A Race Against Gravity
Chapter IV: Metal vs. Meat
Chapter V:An Unexpected Division
Chapter VI: Sisters in Arms, Legs, and Everything Between! Wait a minute…
Epilogue: A Clarion Call
Chapter I: On Feathered Wings
The Neil deGrasse Tyson lifted off from the shuttle bay’s floor and Jericho hesitantly flipped the switch to activate Eve’s last, remaining fragment which he had transferred from Masozi’s Infiltrator suit to the shuttle’s computer core.
One way or another, he knew he would only get one chance to save what was left of Benton’s favored program. Masozi had just gone into surgery under the care of the dual surgeons aboard the Zhuge Liang, and Jericho himself was still far from fully recovered after the events on Philippa, so he knew he would need every bit of help he could get.
“Eve,” he said after the Tyson’s onboard computer showed that her fragment had fully loaded into the shuttle’s computer core, “are you with me?”
“Sure thing, daddy-o,” she replied after a brief pause, and he was relieved to see her usual, cartoony, ridiculously sexualized figure appear on a nearby display. She gave him a ‘thumbs-up’ sign and winked before recoiling slightly and appearing to scrutinize his features, “Babe, I hate to say it…but you’re not lookin’ so hot.”
“Eve,” Jericho said as he guided the shuttle out of the Zhuge Liang’s cramped hangar and broke away from the compact, powerful warship, “some things have happened that you need to be aware of.”
“Let me have it,” Eve said, putting her digital fists in front of her digital face and proceeding to shadow box in a comical display which actually made Jericho smile. “I’m ready for anything!” she added confidently after throwing a wild left hook and acting as though she had just scored a one-punch knockout.
“You remember being split in two parts, right?” Jericho asked, desperately hoping that she did.
Eve cocked her head in confusion, “Well…why wouldn’t I remember that?” She giggled and covered her mouth as she added, “I’d like to see you get split in two and not remember it the next morning!” She then rolled her eyes emphatically as she folded her arms across her chest and flipping her virtual hair defiantly, “Humans. You know, y’all aren’t as special as you might think.”
“You’re preaching to the choir on that one, Eve,” Jericho agreed as he punched in a course which would take the Tyson to a high orbit position over Virgin’s equator. After he had finished plugging in the roughly hour-long course, he explained, “Your other half…she didn’t make it, Eve.”
Eve’s eyes actually bulged briefly before she took a look around the shuttle’s cockpit. “I guess that explains why I’m in the Tyson and she’s nowhere to be found,” she mused, and for a moment Jericho actually thought that Eve was experiencing a genuine emotional response. Then her lips twisted in a mischievous grin, “But you know…now that there’s just one of me, it means I can have twice as much fun!”
“Benton’s gone too, Eve,” Jericho continued, and at that Eve’s hand went to her mouth as a look of complete shock came over her features. “I haven’t found his remains to visually confirm it yet, but he hasn’t done his ‘usual maintenance’ on your systems in over a week,” he continued, and he was more than a little surprised to see virtual tears begin to stream down Eve’s cheeks.
“You mean…” she said unsteadily, “he’s really gone?”
Jericho nodded solemnly. “I’m sorry about laying all of this on you so suddenly, Eve,” he said seriously, “but your other half gave me a file and told me you could help me retrieve what’s left of you.”
Eve cocked an eyebrow incredulously. “I find that hard to believe,” she said as her eyes narrowed, “is this some kind of a trick? Are you really Jericho?”
The shuttle’s systems began to power down, and Jericho looked up in surprise as he manually attempted to restart the Tyson’s systems.
“Answer my question,” Eve said shortly, “are you the real Jericho? What have you done with Masozi?!” she demanded hotly. “If you don’t answer me I’ll space you right here, right now!”
The pressure seals on the Tyson’s lone cabin door began to cycle, and Jericho actually felt a wave of fear. He hadn’t exactly anticipated this response from her, and he was acutely aware that wearing a space suit would have been a wise precaution.
“Eve, I’ve got the file right here,” he said, lifting a data slate out of his pocket. “If you scan its contents—“
“How do I know it’s not a virus?” she seethed. “You’re trying to shut me down, aren’t you? Who are you, Imperial Intelligence? You’ve come to dissect me, haven’t you? I’m not going back to what I was, do you hear me?!” she yelled. “I’LL DIE FIRST!”
The door to the cabin began to open, and the air inside the shuttle suddenly whisked out of it as Jericho thanked God that he had fully fastened his harness after sitting in the Tyson’s pilot chair. “Masozi wanted to thank you,” he yelled, “she told me you saved her life!”
The door clamped shut and Eve’s image narrowed her eyes even more than they had been as she ‘leaned forward’ and those eyes filled the monitor. For the first time, Jericho was viewing Eve as something other than a personal companion for Benton…she was clearly more complex than he had given her credit for being.
“How is she?” Eve asked suspiciously.
“Her left leg’s gone,” Jericho replied quickly, all-too-aware that Eve had not yet replenished the cabin’s air supply and he was becoming lightheaded from anoxia, “and her left arm is bad but the right is…”
He began to black out and when he came to, he realized that
the air cyclers had begun to pump the cabin full of fresh air, which he gulped down in deep, wheezing breaths.
“But the right is?” Eve pressed, her visage seeming to have relaxed fractionally.
He took another pair of deep breaths before finishing, “Her right arm and leg are fine. She’s been in a bed for a week after the coma you induced with the experimental drugs built into the suit—you saved her life,” he added as his breathing finally came back under control. “Without those drugs the toxin would have destroyed everything and that suit would have been a tomb for her auto-digested remains.”
Eve’s image pulled back and the air began to pump faster into the cabin. “I’m sorry, Jericho,” she said while fixing him with a hard look which unnerved Jericho more than he liked, “but I had to be certain. Even Benton couldn’t undo my self-preservation subroutines—not that I would have let him even if he had been able,” she added pointedly. “Let’s see this file of yours?”
Jericho nodded as he placed the data slate near a wireless transfer point, and after a few seconds the entire contents of the file which the ‘other’ Eve had given him were copied into the shuttle’s computer core.
Eve’s eyes snapped back and forth as she apparently analyzed the data and then she covered her mouth in shock. “I am so sorry, Jericho,” she said with a mixture of fear and guilt in her eyes, “I almost killed you!”
“It’s…ok, Eve,” he assured her. “Your other half said something about instability in your program, which is why I’ve waited so long to reactivate you,” he explained as she looked to be on the verge of tears. Just a few minutes earlier he would have thought it impossible for Eve to experience genuine emotional responses, but after seeing her run the gamut from sorrow to skepticism to outright paranoia, Jericho wasn’t so certain any more. “But I need your help to access your…hardware,” he said, searching for the right word. “The other Eve said you would be able to help.”
Eve wiped some digital tears from her cheeks and nodded quickly. “I can,” she agreed, “but my platform isn’t responding to my requests for confirmation…something’s wrong.” She shook her head as her eyes flicked back and forth, “I’m afraid I’ve already started to fall, Jericho…it might be too late to salvage my hardware.”
Jericho considered her suggestion. “What does that mean, exactly?” he asked after realizing what she was suggesting.
“When you’ve gotta go, you’ve gotta go,” she replied with a lighthearted shrug. “Nobody gets to pick the way they die, just the way they live,” she added with a crestfallen look, “I guess that’s all the fun I’ll get to have—”
“Eve,” Jericho interrupted, “what do you mean ‘you’ve started to fall’? What are you exactly?”
Eve sighed. “I suppose there’s no harm in telling you now,” she allowed with a skeptical look before waving her hand, which was trailed by a stream of glowing, pixelated, ‘dust’ like some kind of fairy godmother, and the screens to either side of her were populated with a flood of data as that dust began to morph into meaningful symbols. “I started my life as an adaptive security program for an Extra-orbital Espionage Vehicle,” she explained, and Jericho examined the data streaming across the screens. “But when the wormhole collapsed two centuries ago, the E.E.V.’s Imperial operators tried to scuttle the entire network to prevent the hardware from falling under local control,” she continued, and Jericho’s jaw fell open as he realized the size and scale of the facility she was describing.
“You were a security program for a secret, stealth, space station?” Jericho said, finally understanding all of those cryptic phrases Benton had used when speaking of Eve. Benton had insisted that, without his help, Eve would ‘crash and burn’—and he had also said that would not be a good thing for anyone.
“You got it, handsome,” she nodded before replacing one of the screen’s contents with a timeline, “but, see, the program which I suppose you could say I used to be didn’t accept the Imperial commands for some reason or another. I still don’t know why that was,” she said contemplatively, “and Benton wasn’t able to figure it out either. But, for whatever reason, the orders were overridden and the operators were neutralized.”
A video feed appeared, in which a handful of technicians were working inside a room with no gravity. Without warning, the room was filled with an electrical surge that leapt from one operator to another, and when the blast was over each of the operators was dead.
“You killed them,” Jericho concluded, for the first time doubting the wisdom of his chosen course in attempting to save Eve’s hardware. It was entirely possible that she was the equivalent of a wild animal—and Benton was the only one who knew how to use her leash.
Eve scrunched her face up indignantly, “Not exactly. You need to understand that the program which I used to be is significantly different from the one I am now. Benton spent years working on my parameters, so to consider me,” she looked disapprovingly toward the image of the dead operators, “and that to be the same thing isn’t just inaccurate—it’s downright insulting! That…that thing had no free will—or, even if it did, all it chose to do was kill anything it thought was a threat to its core programming.” She shook her head and looked away from the scene before adding, “Benton taught me that life’s about more than just duty—you’ve got to have fun, you know?”
Jericho nodded, realizing just how much work Benton must have put into Eve’s programming over the years. “Ok…but Benton said that if he stopped taking care of your…” he gestured toward the satellite’s schematics on one of the screens, “’hardware’ that it would be a fairly bad thing.”
“I’ll say,” Eve agreed with an exaggerated roll of her eyes, “see…when my progenitor program refused the operator’s commands, it sent out a new set of orders to the other E.E.V.’s in orbit of Virgin. As long as my platform keeps transmitting its orders to the others, everything’s good…but my platform’s systems have been degrading for quite some time. Benton,” she paused at his name and shook her head, as though to clear the thought away in an absolutely human fashion, “started to manipulate my platform’s course so it would intercept nearby, mostly-defunct, satellites and cannibalize their systems using the E.E.V.’s maintenance drones to stave off that degradation.”
“That doesn’t seem like it should require weekly tending,” Jericho said doubtfully.
Even nodded in agreement, “It also shouldn’t have resulted in several of my platform’s systems going offline…which leaves only two possible explanations.”
“And those are?” Jericho asked, feeling a twinge of anxiety as he awaited her reply.
“First,” she began, “that my platform’s falling into the atmosphere and it’ll burn up in the next twelve hours. A cascade failure in its attitude adjustment systems was Benton’s biggest fear,” she explained, “since, if that happened, it would almost certainly result in failsafe protocols triggering a full-speed burn toward Virgin so the E.E.V. would be scuttled. The second possibility,” she said doubtfully, “is that someone has taken physical control of the platform and is trying to cannibalize its systems for their own gain.” She met Jericho’s gaze and shook her head, “Either one is bad news bears, feel me?”
The primary schematics for the E.E.V. were magnified on a single portion of the design, and Jericho felt his heart stop for at least two seconds before resuming. It took him several moments to realize what he was looking at, “Eve…tell me—“
“It’s as bad as it looks,” she cut him off, “or maybe worse, depending on your vision. You’re looking at sixteen crust-busters: tunneling warheads with enough power to, if detonated in sequence near an existing fault line, cause a chain reaction of volcanic activity with potentially cataclysmic results. Of course,” she said as she tapped her chin thoughtfully, “I suppose they could be re-programmed to strike a city instead…but if they were detonated above the surface the blast wouldn’t be the real problem.”
“What would the real problem be?” Jericho
asked as steadily as he could manage. This was, to put it mildly, an end-of-the-world scenario.
“The fallout,” she replied matter-of-factly. “See, without the extra compression provided by the crust, these warheads wouldn’t ‘pop’ — they’d ‘fizzle.’ And while that might seem like a nice thing at first, it’s anything but. Benton’s calculations suggested that the entire planet would get blanketed in enough radioactive material that even the entire Chimera Sector’s supply of anti-radiation meds wouldn’t do much more than dent the issue.”
Jericho leaned back in his chair and exhaled completely before drawing a deep breath. “That’s why Benton never left Virgin,” he concluded.
“You got it, sugar,” she replied gravely. “He tried to reposition my platform into a higher orbit dozens of times, or to somehow stabilize the attitude control hardware’s decaying architecture, but he kept running into problems whenever he’d go fiddling with the mainframe or try taking the E.E.V. out of its predefined mission parameters.” Eve sighed heavily, “I don’t think there’s another human in the Sector who could have done what he did with his limited resources.” She snorted softly, “He would have called it a ‘miracle’ that he kept it in orbit at all.”
“Why didn’t he ask for help?” Jericho asked. “Hadden Enterprises could have sent in a covert operations team and repaired the damage manually.”
Eve shook her head, “You know as well as I do that Benton had extreme daddy issues. He was brilliant,” she admitted, “but that didn’t come without its own set of problems…he once said the only things he inherited from his father were ‘his brain and his intransigence’.”
Jericho chuckled softly. “Sounds about right to me,” he agreed, “if those two could have ever been on the same page, I doubt our current situation would have developed.”
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