Текст книги "Accidental Creatures"

Автор книги: Anne Harris

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He laughed bitterly and began making his way around the wreckage to the dining alcove. "It's really not important how you feel about me, Helix. What's important is that you survive. Hate me if it helps you, but don’t punish yourself.” He pulled a chair out from the dining table and looked back at her. “I made the mistake, not you. Take what help I can give you now, I beg of you.”

She looked at him with more sadness than anger. “What help can you possibly give me?”

He nodded at her bleeding hand. “For starters, I can bandage that.”

Amazingly enough, she sat at the dining table and allowed him to wrap her hand with cello tape. She knew almost everything now. To fill the silence between them, Hector told her the only thing left that might be of value to her. “I had a lot of trouble with the project,” he said, gripping her hand more firmly when he said ‘project’ lest she try to pull it away. “I was working off a multiprocessor brain. Trying to design a body with a sensory system and motor control reflex that it could use. Overlaps in the gene splicing caused your double set of arms and your enlarged eyeteeth, but the real problem was the sensory input. All multiprocessor brains have to do is think. The creature I was trying to create had to use all the physical faculties. I was beginning to think I’d taken the wrong tack, starting with the brains.”

He looked at her, staring hard into her eyes as if by the force of his gaze he could make her understand.

“And then one night Lilith came to me in a dream. I saw her, saw for the first time what she would look like, and she looked into my eyes. She looked into my eyes, Helix, and I knew how to do it.”

She winced and he realized he was squeezing her hand. He loosened his hold, and went on. “The next day in the lab I stopped trying to build sensory systems onto the multi brain, and instead I just grew the cerebral cortex larger, and let the sensory nerves map onto it on their own. The senses of the body created their own intelligence. Within weeks she was born.”

"Born?"

He shrugged, "Call it what you will. She came into the world through me, and through her, I learned how to bring her here."

Reluctantly he finished bandaging her hand. He wished time would stop. He wished he could keep her here with him, but he’d already done that, and he’d already lost her some time ago. “And now you know everything I know.” he said, releasing her hand. “And you should leave. You’re in danger here. Take the airplane ticket, Helix. Get away from here.”

“I can’t do that. I need a vat, Hector.”

He sat back. Of course she did.

“Maybe I can remedy that,” said a voice from the living room. Hector turned to see Graham stepping out of the hallway, a young man with dark hair and sideburns close behind him. “Good of you to leave the door open, Martin,” said Graham as he raised his arm and squeezed the trigger of a tranq gun. The dart struck Helix in the shoulder and she crumpled to the floor. Hector was up and out of his chair.

“Get out of here Graham! Aren’t you in enough trouble already? Do you want to add assault and breaking and entering to the charges against you?”

Graham smiled at him. “So you want to play lawyer, huh? You should have stuck with that assault story you peddled to Anna. You don’t have the goods to pin attempted murder on me. I don’t know how you pulled the security clearance to bring me in on nothing but your say so, but it isn’t going to happen again. My lawyer can beat up your lawyer any day of the week.

“Besides,” Graham glanced to where Helix lay unconscious on the floor. “Murder and assault are offenses against human beings, and that’s not what we’re dealing with here, is it?

“I’m not through with you by a far sight, Martin. But first there’s a little loose end to tie up.” He nodded, and the young man stooped to haul Helix up off the floor.

In desperation Hector ran at the man and pushed him, causing him to drop Helix. He stood over her recumbent body, knees flexed, his arms tensed to do he didn’t know what. “Leave her alone!”

The man laughed and pushed Hector back into the dining table.

“As of right now, this isn’t your project anymore, Martin,” said Graham. “I’m taking you off it.” He held the tranq gun up again, pointing it at Hector this time.

“This isn’t about any project anymore, you ought to know that,” said Hector. “Just what do you think you’re going to do with her, anyway?”

“I’m going to take her back to the hive, where she belongs.”

“You can’t! They’ll kill her!”

“Or each other, preferably. There can only be one queen, right? With Helix and Lilith out of the way, the others will be much easier to deal with, I’m sure.”

Graham’s cohort bent to pick up Helix again, and as Hector rushed him he heard the click of the tranq gun, and felt the sting of a dart in his chest. His next step seemed to take hours as darkness closed in, taking Helix and Graham and the other man away with the fading light. oOo

Chango paced back and forth from Vonda’s home lab in a back bedroom of the house to the living room where Pele, April, Coral and Hyper sat waiting for her diagnosis. Vonda had banned her from the lab for asking too many questions. All she could do was stand at the doorway watching Vonda work, and then walk back into the living room, to bask in the collective anxiety of her peers, which drove her down the hall again, to watch Vonda peer into slides and hold vials of different colored liquids up to the light.

“Hey, come on,” Hyper approached her on what must have been her twelfth or thirteenth circuit, laying a hand on her arm to stop her restless movement. “Come on in the kitchen, Pele’s making sandwiches.”

They were putting away the bread and stacking plates in the sink when Vonda came in. She sat down at the table and April handed her a fresh cup of coffee. Chango stood rooted to the floor, waiting while Vonda spooned sugar into her cup, stirred it, and drank. Finally she looked up, staring at Chango and nodded. “There was blast in those tanks.”

April pounded her fists on the table. “That fucking son of a bitch! I’ll kill him.”

“We don’t know where he is,” Pele observed.

Hyper switched off the game show he’d been watching on holo and keyed up his com page. “I’m going to call Hector. This may help him against Graham.” He typed at his wrist keypad, waited, shook his head and typed some more. “No answer, I wonder if something’s happened to him. He was trying to build a criminal case against Graham. This evidence could help him.”

“What are we going to do?” asked Pele.

“We’re going to find Benny, and beat the living crap out of him!” said April.

“I don’t know what’s happened to Hector Martin, but he needs these tanks. He can get them tested in the GeneSys labs. It’ll carry more weight if two independent tests show there was blast inside them.”

Chango picked up the tanks. “You guys find Benny. I’ll go to GeneSys. If something’s happened to Hector, then Helix is probably in trouble too. I have to try to help them, if I can.”

Chapter 19 – Speaking In Tongues

Of all the old buildings Chango had been in, the Fisher was by far the most beautiful, and instead of being a ruin, its frescoes and pillars and inlaid floors were all lovingly preserved. She was glad she had reason to come back here, she thought as she crossed the mezzanine to the elevators. Before, they’d brought her in to lock-up through the garage, and when she was released, she’d been in too big a hurry to take it all in.

Above her, the second and third floor balconies were lined with brass grillwork. There were inscriptions in gold lettering over the archways, and the whole place was lit by great oblong chandeliers of overlapping frosted panels, like pine cones made of glass.

It was like a cathedral. A cathedral to industry, she thought, noting the inset semi-circles high up on the walls, just before the curve of the arched ceiling. They showed stylized pictures of animals, buildings, beehives, and bore labels such as “commerce” and “agriculture.” Here was one of the greatest architectural treasures of Detroit, happily preserved by the gods to whom it was dedicated. At this hour the ground floor was deserted, the shops shuttered. Her footsteps echoed as she walked the length of the gallery. The sound made her feel very small and exposed. She quickened her pace. Even the details have details, she thought, looking at the elevator doors – brass panels etched with lotuses and goldfish surrounded by an interlocking geometric border. How wonderful, she thought as she pressed the elevator button, for something so carefully made to still exist. A brass chart on the wall above traced the positions of the elevators with lighted numbers. Most of them were up above the tenth floor, but there was one two floors below, and rising.

When the doors opened, Chango saw Benny standing inside. He was grimy and streaked with sweat. He held a welding mask in one hand, a blow torch in the other. For a moment they both stood frozen, staring at each other, and then, like the chiming of a bell in a distant land, the elevator behind her pinged open. Chango spun on her heel and dove inside it, rolling to her knees and frantically punching the close door button. From around the edge of the doorway she saw Benny drop his equipment and run after her. He reached the elevator just in time to wedge his hands between the closing doors. His fingers protruded through the crack like pink, searching tentacles, and Chango hammered at them with her fists but her efforts were in vain. The elevator, sensing something stuck between its doors, opened them of its own accord and he stepped through, filling the small space with his presence. oOo

Before she ever opened her eyes, the smell of the air told Helix where she was, and filled her with panic, longing, and rage. She sat up to find herself against a metal door in a wide hallway with a cement floor and glazed cinder block walls. It was empty and quiet except for the distant hum of the vats. She got to her feet and tried the door. The handle turned, but the door wouldn’t budge. She pounded at the unforgiving metal but the booming of her striking fists brought her to a halt. She would not be heard by anyone outside, and she did not want to be heard by anyone inside. She turned again and slumped against the door. She was whole existences away from that scene on the playground, and nevertheless, here she was, where it really happened. The force of the returning memory held her motionless against the doorway, waiting for footsteps, for screams, for rending teeth and clutching hands, but these imminent horrors did not materialize.

Taking a long, deep breath she forced the terror back down her throat, swallowed it, and crept along the wall, towards the vats.

oOo

Chango lifted her eyes to Benny’s face and what she saw there backed her right up against the wall of the elevator. Ada’s tanks bumped against the paneling and she winced. They’d probably marred the fine grain wood. Benny approached her, reaching his big hands out towards her head. “What-what are you doing? Chango gasped as one hand fell on her shoulder, pinning her to the wall. “What have you done with Helix?” she fairly shouted in his ear just before he grabbed the back of her head and yanked it forward. He leaned closer. All Chango could see was her knees, but she knew he was reading the initials on the tanks.

“Well,” he said, pushing her up against the wall again, “I guess you’d better meet Mr. Graham.” He held her with one hand splayed across her chest, and pivoted to punch the floor button. He had to turn his head to find the right floor, and when he did Chango sank down, unbalancing his already awkward stance, and loosening his hold on her. She shrugged the tanks from her shoulders and in one fluid movement born of panic swung them around into Benny’s midsection. He doubled over at the blow, and she lost her grip on the tanks. They skittered across the elevator floor, bumping into the panelling on the other side. The doors were closing. Chango ducked around Benny and grabbed for the tanks, but he swung around, still bent at the waist, and pulled her legs out from under her. She turned her head as she hit the ground, saw the doors sealing together, and felt the floor pressing further into her aching cheek as the elevator rose.

oOo

The closer she got to the vat floor, the less the place looked, felt, and smelled like an ordinary vat house. For one thing, the air was steamy wet, its warm touch welcoming to her skin. She stripped off her tunic and bodysuit, to feel it better. Once she was out of the hallway there were plants everywhere, hanging from the balcony ringing the room and standing in pots on disused instrument stands and casings. And the light was different too. Somewhere they had found purple-hued grow lights and installed them in all the fixtures.

From above her, shielded and distorted by the tall curving walls of the two vats, she heard soft splashing noises, and... singing? Or was that voice inside her, awakening now to these sights and smells, to the air that was nearly water itself? She rested her hands on the metal ladder that climbed the side of the vat and looked up, gripped by a joyous rage which overwhelmed her rational fear. For among the redolent odors of the waters was the smell of one whose call she would do anything, kill or die, to answer. oOo

Benny hauled Chango up off the floor by the scruff of her neck and pushed her into the elevator wall. He had a gun, and he poked it in her back. “Funny little Chango.” he whispered in her ear, “It’s been a real riot, watching you sniff all around the truth these past five years, but now I guess you finally found something, huh? Where did you think you were going with these, anyway?” The tanks scraped across the floor as he dragged them closer with his foot.

Chango hung in his grasp unable to answer, suddenly limp with the realization that though he was acting in ways she would have thought impossible for him, this was Benny. It was still Benny and all Benny; the person she’d thought she’d known, and this.

In the scramble since she got out of jail she’d forgotten it. She’d accepted the comforting idea that this Benny, the murderer spy, was someone new and distinct from her trusted friend. Now, pressed face first against the wall, his breath in her ear, she realized that it had been him, all along. The elevator stopped. He kept the gun in her back as he reached down and slung the tanks over his shoulders. Its muzzle bore into her vertebrae as the door opened and he pushed her out ahead of him. With his other hand on her shoulder he guided her down the hall, walking swiftly. Chango pretended to trip, and rolled towards him, striking his shins with her body. With the tanks on his back, Benny over balanced and went down. Chango scrambled up and ran back towards the elevators. There was a gun shot, and a bullet carved a deep furrow in the brass doors to her right. She swerved to the other side of the hall and grappled open the door to the stairs. She took them up, her footsteps hastened by the crash of the door as Benny threw it open. She turned the corner to the next flight of stairs just ahead of his next bullet. At the top of this flight was another door, with a trash can beside it. She sent the trash can down the stairs, and slipped through the door.

This hallway was much like the one a floor below. Grey carpeting and beige plaint utilitarian in comparison to the splendor of the ground floor. She scurried down the hall, trying doors. The fifth one was unlocked, and she darted inside.

Clean cut men and women in sylk suits turned to stare at her with wide eyes. They were sitting at a table above which glowed a holographic chart. She stood beside the door, panting.

“Can I help you? One of the men stood and took a step towards her. The door burst inward and Benny came through, brandishing his gun. Several of the suits screamed. Chango fled her spot by the wall, and Benny chased her around the table. One woman jumped out of her chair in a misguided effort to get out of the way, effectively placing herself in Chango’s path. Chango ducked under the table, squirming among the legs of chairs and people, finally breaking free to find Benny still entangled in the suits around the table. She heard their shouts as she dashed for the door, and just as she reached it, a shot and a scream. She didn’t look back. She was running again.

At the end of the hall was a narrow wooden door that read “maintenance only” in faded black stenciled letters. She tried the handle. It was locked, but there was a ventilation grating at the base of the door. A small, old square of metal covered with several layers of beige plaint. And one corner was loose. Chango worked her fingers underneath it and pried it from the door. The three remaining screws popped out. She gathered them up and pushed the grating edgewise through the hole to hide it from her pursuer. If he ever got free of the suits; she still heard noises from the office down the hall. Her shoulders barely fit through the square opening, and it took her precious seconds to wriggle her hips through. She was in a small grey stairwell threaded with wires, pipes and ventilation shafts.

Helix stood on the diving platform and looked down into the vat where she lay floating in the waters, her long dark hair streaming around her, dreaming, and opened her eyes. For a moment everything ceased. Nothing existed except for those bright blue eyes that were her eyes, that face that was her face, and then, with a scream, Helix leapt into the vat.

She plunged deep down into the emerald green spaces and rolled over, looking up at the surface like a sky quickly clouding as her sisters scrambled into the waters, creating turbulence with their limbs. They were swimming towards the queen. Several of them spotted her and broke off from the wave, diving below the surface to converge with her as she sought what they all sought, their mother, who was turning now and swimming to meet her.

Her sisters clamored between them, filling the waters with their bodies, congealing into two knots, one around her, the other around Lilith. As they surrounded and grappled her, Helix felt their panic. One of them wrapped her arms around Helix’s neck and hung on. Her face swam through Helix’s field of vision, a face like her own, but with more delicate features. Helix saw the terror in those blue eyes and felt, with no need for words, her message, “If you kill each other we will all die.”

It was true, but still Helix struggled and thrashed against the restraining arms all around her. She didn’t want to hurt them, she just wanted to get past them, but as they tightened their holds on her she bit and clawed to break free. A hand she had savaged let go of her upper right arm, and Helix reared back and butted the creature directly before her with her forehead. Doggedly, Helix pulled herself through the small wedge in the living wall around her and reached out with stiffened fingers to poke the next available sister in the throat.

The closer Helix and Lilith managed to claw towards each other, the more the others pushed them together in their frantic efforts to get back in between them. Soft, dark tendrils of her mother’s hair drifted past her face and Helix twined her fingers in it, pulling her closer. Lilith came readily enough, mouth wide and hands outstretched. She grabbed Helix by the head and pulled her face to hers, laying open Helix’s cheek with the sweep of a fang.

Helix felt her blood that was not really blood flow into the waters; felt the waters flow into her. She almost relished being cut again, it would bring her that much closer to the depths. But this language of touch, which she could not help hearing though she felt it through violence, had not yet robbed her of all sense of self-preservation. She ducked and angled under Lilith, grabbing her by her upper armpits as she went. With her forearms Helix forced Lilith’s lower arms against the shoulder joint, and they rolled together in a stately somersault, ringed now by her sisters who gave them room and waited, watching. In a small corner of her mind, Helix realized she had not breathed since she dived from the platform, but it didn’t seem important, because everywhere else, she was talking to her mother.

“This is wrong,” said Lilith through Helix’s skin. “There can only be one of us here. You have to be somewhere else to be you.”

“I know,” Helix answered. “But I am here, and we will be either one or none.”

Their struggle became a slow match of strength as Lilith grasped at Helix’s upper wrists and their hands clasped. They grappled with each other, each trying to push the other back through the waters and eventually out of the vat. But they were evenly matched, and each advantage gained by either one only served to bind them tighter together. The cut in Helix’s palm began to ache, and Lilith forced that hand back against the wrist and scissored her lower arms in towards her body, freeing them from Helix’s hold. For a moment it was all shifting limbs and reaching hands, and then Lilith grasped her by the waist, and with a nudge of her knee between Helix’s legs, sent her rotating like a spinner until her face was between Lilith’s legs, her head gripped in her knees.

Arms wrapped around abdomens, heads cradled in legs, their bodies interlocked like magnets in alignment. As Lilith spoke to her in her mother tongue, Helix lowered her face to her soft damp mat of hair, salty like the sea and full of stories.

oOo

Colin slept on a plastic sheet spread on the floor, dreaming of the sun on a warm afternoon, beating down on his hat as he dozed on the porch and waited for the stranger to come. They were all waiting. Waiting with the rhythm of the sun that was a blade of grass waving in the breeze and then the rhythm, the sun and the dream were torn apart by a scream.

Colin sprang from the floor to find himself alone, the door standing open and mist roiling in from outside. Swearing, he slammed the door shut and scrambled into his divesuit. His head was swimming. He felt as if he’d been suddenly yanked from deep water, into the air, and he’d forgotten how to breathe. He shook his head, pulled the face mask on and clamped it tight. Slipping his lips around the mouthpiece he gulped at the clean air for a few panicked moments, wondering how long the door had been open. He hadn’t had much to do in the last day and half except ponder what might be leaching through the ventilation system into the room, and what his chances were of contracting vatsickness from the exposure he had already received. Now he figured he could stop wondering and pretty much plan to die of it; maybe not right away, maybe not for years and years, but sooner or later, and for certain. All the same he double checked the suit’s seals before opening the door and going out onto the balcony. In the vat below the waters were aroil with the bodies of tetras. They were swarming so densely that he couldn’t make out anything more than thrashing arms and legs. Behind him, through the door he’d heedlessly left open, he heard the transceiver ringing.

He dashed back inside to answer it. It was Hector Martin. His hair was in disarray, as if he’d been sleeping and hadn’t had a chance to comb it. “Slatermeyer? Is that you?”

Colin checked the suit’s radio and found that it was still on broadcast. “Yes. Dr. Martin, something’s happening. The tetra’s, they’re -”

“Graham put Helix in the vat room. You have to keep her away from Lilith. They’re both queens. They’ll fight each other until one or both of them is killed.”

“Well, I think it’s too late for that. I was sleeping. When I woke up the tetra guarding me was gone. She left the door open. They’re... swarming in the vat where Lilith sleeps. If Helix got in here, as you say, that would explain it.”

“Slatermeyer, you’re already suited. You have to go in there and break them up.”

“Are you crazy? I can’t even see anything – they’re fighting so closely all I can make out is arms and legs. I don’t stand a chance of getting through the tetras, let alone separating Helix and Lilith. I’ll get killed. They’ll rip my mask off, or pull open my seals.”

Hector shook his head. “You have to try. Lilith and the others attacked Helix when she hatched, and drove her out of the vat. They’ll kill her now. Or she’ll kill Lilith. You have to try to stop it. Please. If I could get there, I’d do it, but Graham’s lackey, Benny, welded the door shut. There’s no one else. You have to do something.”

Colin shook his head reluctantly. He’d already suffered who knew how much exposure to the growth medium. If he threw himself into that mob of fighting tetras, he’d surely get more.

“Please.” Hector stared at him, his eyes wide and desperate.

Colin sighed. “I’ll try. But I’m not going to risk whatever’s left of my life in a futile effort to separate them. You know how strong they are. But I’ll get in, and I’ll try to talk to the other tetras, try at least to get them to back off. I’m sorry, Doctor, but they’re your brainchildren, not mine.”

Hector slammed his fist down on the coffee table in front of him. The impact must have jarred the transceiver recording his image. His face blurred, and then came back into focus, but sideways. “Go,” he said. “Do what you can.”

oOo

Hector walked into the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. Straightening, he stared at his image in the mirror. How, he asked himself, how had things gotten this bad? At what point had he crossed over from the sane and illustrious life of a corporate researcher to this – this mad nightmare where he asked his assistant to risk his life for the good of a project that would never meet its stated goals? He thought back over the decisions he had made, and realized that it was in the very beginning, when he’d had the dream and decided to follow it. He had stopped being an employee of GeneSys right then, had stopped caring, really, if this project was in their best interests, or his. Though he hadn’t known it at the time, he had offered himself up in service to Lilith and her kind, and since he’d taken that step, there was never any time afterwards when he could have changed anything. As he gazed in the mirror, the ventilation grating on the wall behind him popped off, and a woman crawled out. Hector turned to face her. She dusted off her jeans and straightened up, looking around her.

“Oh, sorry. I had no idea what room I’d end up in. In fact, I was afraid I had the wrong apartment. You’re Hector Martin, aren’t you?”

Mutely, he nodded.

She smiled and offered her hand. “Chango Chichelski. Boy am I glad you’re home. I was supposed to bring you my sister’s air tanks. Vonda tested them and there’d been blast inside. But Benny caught me, and he got them. He-” she paused, struggling with the possibilities. “He was coming upstairs. He had a blowtorch.”

“They welded her inside,” said Hector.

“What? Where?”

“In the vat room. Down in the sub-basement. There’s an old biopoly lab with test vats. It was in disuse for years until I took it over for the project.” Hector glanced at the hole in the wall above Chango’s head.

“We have to get in there.”

Chango followed his gaze. “I got into a maintenance stairway. Lots of places to go from there. Big conduit housings, access crawl ways for plumbing. I took the ventilation system.”

“And you found your way here.”

“I had to pop out and check the circuit boxes. They label them by apartment. I couldn’t really be sure I had it right, but I do have a pretty good sense of direction.”

Hector bit his lip. “Do you think you could make it down there?”

Chango puffed out her cheeks. “Geez, that’s a long haul. It’d take awhile. I don’t know.”

“Maybe we should just go down there and unweld that door. I’m afraid they may be killing each other right now.”

“They?”

“Helix and Lilith – her mother.”

“Oh, her mother...”

The transceiver at Hector’s wrist bleeped and he answered it. It was Slatermeyer. “What happened?”

“Well, they’re not fighting anymore. They’re just sort of... wrapped around each other.”

“What are they doing?”

Slatermeyer laughed, the sound distorted by his suit’s radio into a harsh grate. He shrugged. “I know what it looks like.”

oOo

There was her body, but she was someplace else. Her body was busy, it had no use of her mind, and her mind swam amid black waters of nowhere, like a question gone unanswered, and then the answer came, and she was there, here, her. Lilith and she, entwined in thought and body, asking and answering each other the question of their being.

“They say it began in a garden,” said Lilith, “but I know better. It began with a dream.”

The brilliant blackness of the void faded around them, and they stood in a green place with a tree and a snake in the tree. Her sisters were there, adorned with fig leaves. They stood with their arms linked in a crisscross pattern, like a row of x’s with legs.

“Before we existed we were a dream dreaming ourselves into existence,” thought Lilith as one of the sisters broke out of the line, lay down and closed her eyes. Soon another detached herself and danced over the head of the sleeper. “We crossed over into the world through the mind of Hector Martin.” The sleeper turned over and wakened, and the dancer rolled over her bowed back in a somersault and stood, arms outstretched, at the head of the dreamer.

“This is how we happened, but I remember before the dream, before anything. I remember the void.”

The tree was made of cardboard, and Helix saw the void reach up with empty hands behind it, and the blackness rushed in and toppled it and her sisters were gone. All that remained was a ring of x’s, spinning around them.

“This is where we came from.” Helix knew somehow.

“Everything comes from here,” either she or Lilith thought, she couldn’t keep track anymore. “From the well of possibility, where nothing is known. Everything comes from here, everything returns here, but only in the world do we know that we exist.”