“Why!”
“I don't know. I only know it speaks of things as if they have already happened.”
“I created Vrin from the very essence of the void! Every detail of this world came from my code. Nothing exists that I did not make-- except this wretched book!”
“So why would you seek to destroy that which you have created?”
My question took us both by surprise.
“Are you so dim?” He chided. “This world is nothing but a tool to return what was stolen from me.”
“Your-- wife and daughter?” I stated cautiously. “Who stole them from you?”
Gaza’s body shook as the words erupted from him. “GOD STOLE THEM FROM ME!” The room bent and expanded.
Terror stabbed through my chest.
“We are play things in an evil child's sandbox! Puppets for his amusement. What could God possibly gain from taking my family and leaving me imprisoned in the void! Was it not enough to take them?” He shook his fist at the ceiling. “What crime did I commit to deserve emptiness and despair!”
He no longer acknowledged my presence, but directed his speech to the stained glass windows above. “What crime did I commit to deserve torture in the abyss? What did I do to YOU? You sit on your throne as humanity squirms for your amusement! But you didn't expect me to escape! You didn't expect a human could wield power in your realm. But you were wrong! And your wretched book is wrong!”
He stiffened, and his gaze returned to me. In his burning green eyes, I saw confusion. “Stay here!” he said, then turned and walked away.
Metal straps emerged from the floor and clasped my feet firmly. I crouched to pull at them, but there was no give. They were part of the floor, and very tight. My eyes darted frantically in search of something to free myself, but nothing presented itself. The room was barren except for the panels and the glass cube sitting on a simple desk several feet in front of me. As I examined the desk, an image flashed in my mind. I saw a glowing screen, similar to the cube, and a panel with letters and numbers. A keyboard! That’s it! That was how information was entered into the system. But this cube had no input device. How did he enter information into the system? Was this a terminal or merely a monitor? Maybe it would respond to voice commands.
I directed my voice toward the cube. “Activate!” I said. No response. “Expand!” To my absolute astonishment, it began to grow in size. “Stop!” I said involuntarily. The cube became still. I shot a glance toward the doors, then back to the cube. “Expand!” The cube grew until I could make out the program on the screen. “Stop!”
Now what?
“--Search.” Nothing happened. I tried again. “Find.” A box opened on the screen. “Charm.” The screen went crazy. Entry after entry scrolled by, faster than my eyes could scan.
“Stop!” The screen became still. I glanced at the door. I needed to find myself in the program, in this room, with the metal straps holding me. The only method I had employed with any accuracy was the action category. If I could alter the location or state of an object, maybe I could track that object in the program based on it being the only object in Vrin that had changed in that way at that moment.
I fished in my pocket and pulled out a coin. Quickly I placed the coin in my mouth then spit it back into my hand. “Find wet coin,” I said. The screen blinked with three entries.
Q5T33KL, coin, gold, wet, water, 280, trunk
J224FT, coin, gold, wet, water, 4, pocket
H034A33, coin, silver, wet, saliva, 1, hand
“Locate H034A33”
The response appeared. Grid3U9Y9K1.
That was hardly any help! “Help commands,” I said. A list appeared on the screen.
I searched and scrolled, and searched... Until finally, I found what I needed. “Visual 3d grid3U9Y9K1” The room built itself on the screen in a matter of seconds. Every detail was depicted precisely, including myself.
“Transform metal straps to water.” The straps melted away from my feet.
Off in the distance, something hit the floor with a thud. I dropped to my knees and looked under the desk. There was no movement, so I crawled past the line of illuminated images, then stood. In front of me was a table filled with maps and photographs. And in front of that, a chair with its seat sitting on the floor, in a puddle of water.
In the center of the table was a screen displaying two prominent pieces of information. The first was a woman’s face, which crawled with activity, every detail was being measured and calculated. The second was a number, diminishing by one each time a new face appeared. One by one faces appeared on the screen and were methodically scanned. Was this how he was searching for his wife and daughter? What happened if the computer finished its task and he didn't find them? Would that be it? Would that be the end of Vrin?
Time was running out. It was vital that I be long gone before Gaza returned. But where could I run? Where could I possibly hide? If that number reached zero, no hiding place would be sufficient! I needed to buy time!
Frantically I slid the wet chair aside and dove under the table. Past the mass of wires, two tiny boxes sat on the floor. Storage devices I assumed. Taking away a storage device would stall him in his efforts! I yanked out the wires, slid out from under the table, and lifted a box. The doors to the chamber swung in. Below the panels, Gaza’s feet appeared.
In a panic, I looked about. There was a window at the back of the room. I bolted toward it.
“JASON!” Gaza sounded like a parent scolding a naughty child.
Particles of glass exploded all around me as I plummeted from, what I realized now, was a tower! The expanse below was dizzying! I twisted around in the air to see Gaza’s face materialize in the window. Mild irritation quickly melted into wide eyed despair, as he realized what I was holding in my grasp.
My mind called out to Kitaya. “Take me to you!”
“Hhnnnoooooo!” was the last thing I heard, before vanishing in a flash of blue fire.
In my sickened state, I could not decipher my surroundings. “Hide me quickly! He’s watching,” was all I could get out through The tender strand connecting me to Kitaya. Something soft enveloped me.
“Who is watching?”
“Continue doing what you were doing. Gaza is watching. You must get as far away from me as you can. You’re in danger here.”
“Not until I find out what is going on.”
“I’ve stolen something from Gaza’s fortress, something that will ensure I will never be safe again, a vital tool Gaza is using to find his wife and daughter. They were not killed. Gaza still searches for them.”
“What? How do you know this?”
“I don't have time to explain, but Gaza’s lost his faculties. There’s no reasoning with him.”
“Then all hope is lost.”
“Not entirely. I have a plan. But I need to get out of here undetected, which means you’ll have to leave. Gaza’s watching you, and if he sees me here, we're both in danger.”
“How will you protect yourself?”
“By staying as far away from the gods as possible! I'm going to seek out Arganis as I originally intended, and as much as I would like you to come with me, I need to go alone.”
“I will have a servant prepare a horse and supplies for you. I will tell him I am sending Moota on a journey. Go to the stable. The horse will be left unattended.”
“Thank you.”
“Stay here,” she whispered through the thread.
“Okay,” I whispered back.
Her footsteps grew fainter, and a door slammed. I thrust the cover off me and went to the window. Night had descended over Trinador. Tiny lights danced like fireflies in the trees. Good. The night would conceal my escape. It would be slow going by horse, but if I attempted to travel through another thread, Gaza might be able to track me. I looked up at the three glowing orbs in the night sky, and was thankful Gaza had a liking for moons. I would need their light. I leaned out the window and took a deep breath.
Suddenly the sky flashed a brilliant orange. I jerked my head back in. The walls began to groan with a deafening vibration. Is this it? I thought, gripping the windowsill. Did I push Gaza over the edge? The vibrations mutated into a resonating hum, and in the distance, muffled screams of terror echoed. The voice of Gaza boomed out. “CHARM! YOU HAVE ONE DAY TO RETURN WHAT YOU HAVE STOLEN!”
And as quickly as they had begun, the vibrations ceased, leaving me shaken, but somewhat relieved. He didn't know where I was, which meant I was safe-- for the moment.
I gathered my wits, and a measure of courage, and made my way down to the stables. My destination, Pagnia. Time was running out and it looked like the fate of Vrin rested on me.
I followed the roads but kept a hood over my head to shroud my identity. The landscape was cold and lifeless in the blue moonlight. Shadows shifted restlessly among the trees. As Charm, growing up, I could remember playing in woods like these, but now they seemed empty. It never occurred to me then to consider the lack of insects. Vrin never had such things, and I’d never noticed. Now, however, I found their absence troubling. Vrin had been my home, but now it was nothing more than an imperfect shadow of a world just beyond my memory. I wanted my Vrin back, the one I had built my life in.
I hunched over, and pushed the horse harder.
The sky was beginning to glow with the first signs of dawn as I entered the well-manicured area of Pagnia. The town was all but deserted, and as I guided my horse along, his footfalls echoed loudly through the vacant streets. When I reached SCAR’s hideout, there were no signs of life, and the door was bolted, so I guided the horse around the back to find a way in.
A cellar door gave me access. I creaked it open and groped my way down the stone stairs. It was dark, except for the faint light from a lantern in the far corner. I moved in closer. And that’s when I saw him. A figure lay next to the lamp on a wooden cot. But that was all I saw, before a sharp pain shot through my head, and everything went black.
I squinted. The light was bright. A river rushed past me and turned into a waterfall but I could not see its base. The sun was high in the sky and seagulls played in the wisps of cloud above. I sat down on a gray rock and absorbed the beauty of the mountain scape stretching out before me. It was peaceful here, even though I was not sure where here was.
“You have questions,” said the man in white next to me.
“I always do,” I replied.
“Yes, but now you have a question you have never thought to ask before, which is not surprising really, since you are no longer the person you were.”
“I have been here many times haven't I?”
He smiled. “Oh yes.”
“But I have never asked you what this place is.”
“Right. You never asked because you never thought to. You had never known any different.”
“But now I've changed.”
“Yes. Now you carry in you the imprint of Thomas Tardin and this causes you to consider things you would have never thought to consider before. Thomas believes this is a dream because that is what Charm believes, and Charm has never been able to see this place as it truly is. But Thomas can't understand why it is so vivid, and thus the question. I know it's disconcerting, but don't worry, we will eventually pass beyond this realm and enter into more familiar territory.”
“How can we pass beyond, if we're not moving?”
He put his hand on my shoulder. “It's like riding the bus where you find yourself engrossed in a book or a conversation with the person next to you. You're oblivious to the scenery passing by outside.”
“It's peaceful here. I don't want to move beyond.”
“Well, you know something Thomas. The real mystery is you never really leave. It's all a matter of perception.”
My brow furrowed. “I'm not following you.”
“Don't worry. You will soon forget we had this conversation, and it won't matter that you don't understand.”
“So why have the conversation at all?”
“The answer to your question is very complicated,” he smiled, “but you're going to ask me anyway.”
I laughed. “I suppose I will.”
He repositioned himself on the rock. “Focus on me, and don't look away until I tell you, or it will hurt considerably.”
I focused on him and immediately something began to happen in my peripheral. The scene shimmered like Jello. Lights and shapes melted around me, swirling and pulsating like a living organism.
When it stopped he said, “There we go.”
My muscles loosened and I turned to examine my new surroundings. We were no longer outside on a mountain range. Instead, the mountain scene sped by just outside the window of the train. I looked back at him, and then around at the plush compartment.
“Where are we going?”
“To answer your question,” he winked.
“What does that mean exactly?”
“We need to go where you can understand, which means we need to enter the void. Look-we're approaching it now.”
Out the window I saw a tunnel approaching. Car after car disappeared inside, and then it was dark. The train began to slow with a steady squeal, then stopped.
“Are we there?”
He gave me a nod. “Follow me if you want your answer,” he said. As he stood and stepped out of the compartment, I followed closely. He led me down a thin hallway and through a sliding metal door with a tiny window.
We were alone as we exited the train, and we soon found ourselves standing on a jet black platform watching as the long silver train disappeared into the night, taking its light with it. And then for a moment, all was still.
“Are you still there?” I asked.
“I'm here,” he replied. “I'm always here.”
“Are you going to answer my question now?”
“Yup. In three, two, one-”
I felt as if all of the information of the universe came flooding into my mind and I was immediately at one with it. Every question I could have ever thought to ask was answered, including the one for which we had made the journey.
The answer to my question was connected to the very nature of my existence. I was not simply flesh and bone, but a complex multi-dimensional being. As a man, I could not possibly comprehend the other aspects of myself, but they still existed, and they still effected me.
“So it's that simple?” I said.
“It's only simple here, because you are in the nexus.”
Another question entered my mind, but as it occurred to me to ask, the answer was there. I wondered about the dark void I had experienced before Vrin. It had not been like this. I remembered a vast and lonely place. The knowledge which suffused me offered the answer—
I had created that void from the essence of Dantra, the same substance which Vrin itself was made of. While in Vrin, within Dantra, impulses from the computer triggered responses in my brain, and they in turn molded Dantra, using my connection to that spirit realm.
“We are nearing The Separation. You will soon pass into physical consciousness, and you will no longer be aware of me.”
“Thanks for the help,” I said.
I sensed a smile as I passed through The Separation into dream.
A dark feeling hung in the air on the street outside my childhood home. A soldier brushed by, wearing a World War II uniform, and clutching a rifle with a wooden stock. I followed him for a short distance, then bolted across the neighbor’s yard to hide behind some barrels. I peeked out, no one saw me, so I hunched over and scooted across the lawn. Bursts of gunfire rained down on me from the neighbor’s house. I ducked and rolled. The fire ceased.
I poked my head up then made my way toward the darkness past the open cellar door. Again gunfire broke out. I dropped to the ground and dirt exploded in small eruptions all around me. --But I was not afraid; I was no longer effected by the things of this world. I stood and faced the window. A shadowy figure took aim. But the barrage of bullets passed right through me.
My perspective shifted and I found myself watching from outside my body. Every shadow in the neighborhood began shifting and moving. Coming alive. Approaching from every direction. Surrounding me. Pressing in on me. Hoping to receive a touch from their holy one.
The last thing I saw were my glowing metal eyes-- and that was all I remembered, once I was fully awake.
CHAPTER 25
A SHORT REST
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I squinted as the salty air washed over me. Off in the distance the sound seagulls squawking mingled with guitar music. I gripped the railing and looked down into the green ocean water. Fish shot by just beneath the surface like ghostly apparitions. I’d had a night of deep restful sleep. My joints still ached considerably, but my head was clearer and my strength was returning.
“Thomas,” Annie's voice called from inside the bungalow. “Would you like some eggs or something?”
“Thanks,” I yelled back through the sliding doors, “an egg sounds wonderful.”
Her voice sounded strange to me, wrong somehow, and I had to remind myself, this wasn’t the Annie of my memory. She was not standing in the kitchen with a big pregnant belly. And little Rebecca was not sitting on the living room floor surrounded by a million tiny toys. No, this was not the vacation we were headed to after New York City. --I had slept through that one.
I looked over at the envelope laying on the glass table next to me. This was quite the mystery I’d found myself entangled in: virtual worlds, science fiction experiments, cryptic notes... It was all just a little more than I could wrap my brain around. I was used to solving things like product launch schedules and media campaigns, not government conspiracies. --Not that I wanted to solve anything at the moment. But, I knew myself well enough to know, that I could not just sit back and do nothing to try to solve this mystery. It was in my nature to solve puzzles. Some would even call it an addiction.
Again I read the name and address on the envelope. Who was this Hazel Brown? How did she fit into the puzzle? Was she an associate of Dr. Solomon? If she was, why wasn’t she at the center? And why did the envelope contain my name, and only my name? Even with a night of restful sleep behind me, I couldn’t even begin to make sense of that one.
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