Part 3 (1/2)
”The machine KonG.o.d seems to be functioning appropriately as far as the Americas are concerned. Things for the most part are going as we antic.i.p.ated. I don't think the technicians need to change anything this time around.”
”Yes, they do seem to be getting back on their feet quite quickly. No other country has ever recovered so fast from a war as they have. Of course, they did have help. Monitoring their culture and developing KonG.o.d was nothing less than a stroke for genius for our people.”
”It was a gamble that luckily paid off. No one ever antic.i.p.ated the Americas surviving this plague of zombies. They were supposed to have been wiped out years ago. Quarantining them till they all perished would have been the simpler solution. We could have just recolonized the countries in a few decades.”
”Agreed, yes, but this is far more interesting, wouldn't you say? Much more like a game of chess than a game of nuclear war. Nuclear war is just so one-sided and obvious. I like the challenge of this one. Plus, the potential for profit is huge. We have an entire continent where the slaves outnumber the rest of the population by almost ten to one. No one cares about the injustice of slavery.”
”The Freeze revolutionaries would disagree. They take issue with the way zombies are treated with Pacize.”
”KonG.o.d is working through the scenarios. The predicted probabilities look good, and it will be just a matter of time before the regent is given the appropriate choices.”
”Choices ... humph, yes. All mathematically planned to tilt in our favor.”
”There is one other matter of concern. The one KonG.o.d never predicted.”
”Ah yes, the old war hero. Wasn't he scheduled to expire?”
”He was supposed to, but it appears he's awoken from his coma. That's not a scenario that showed on any of KonG.o.d's possible outcomes. Maybe the techs should have a look at that.”
”There's no need. It can handle unforeseen outcomes. Just give it time to work through the permeations. I'm quite sure that things will come back around in our favor. Keep extra monitors on him if that makes you feel better.”
”Yes, I will, and yes, I do feel better about it.”
Looking off into the distance the first man remarked, ”Things look a little stirred up over there on the horizon.”
”Yes, it looks like another sandstorm is working itself across the dunes. No need to worry, we'll be protected here in the city.”
”I wasn't worried. Remember, from this height up everything below is insignificant.”
”Agreed.”
All Ash.o.r.e.
Captain Willie's body was eviscerated and his vital organs lay sprawled across the deck. His limbs were at unnatural angles, and his head barely remained attached to his shoulders. The stench was vile. Even worse than usual for a s.h.i.+p that had transported thousands of zombie corpses for the past five years. There's something about the inside of a real human body that reeks more than a zombie corpse. Zombies may not be as pretty as humans on the outside, but at least on the inside there wasn't much left to stink up the place.
Christa sat at the edge of the hold on the verge of tears. This is not what I wanted. This is not the way it should have happened. How did I not see the captain approaching? I should have sensed him. I'm responsible for this. I caused this. My stupid overexcitement at finally getting through to Andreas caused this. This won't be easily covered up. Sure, we can get rid of the body, but what about Andreas? He can't go back amongst humans. Look what he did.
Christa looked for Andreas and found him not far from the remains of Captain Willie. He was crouched in a fetal position, rocking back and forth, babbling to himself. Christa got up and walked cautiously towards him. Andreas kept rocking and babbling. He barely noticed her when she stood right next to him. Christa looked down at Andreas and shook her head.
”I had so much hope for you. You were the strongest mind I've come across in the past six years. You were going to be the one to fix it all. I had such high hopes. But, look what you've done. You're an animal. Just like those freaks the colonel hated. Just like all of them hated. Why would you do that? You could have stopped him without killing him. You're stronger and faster. What happened?”
Andreas looked up at her like a small child that knows he's done something wrong and is about to be punished, but doesn't know why.
”It was something inside of me ... Christa? Your name's Christa, right? I don't know how I know that.”
She answered slowly, ”Yes, I'm Christa. I'm the one that talked with you before. Before you did that.” She motioned to the deck covered in blood and entrails. ”What do you remember? Anything?”
”I don't remember doing that.” Andreas indicated the captain's mutilated body. ”I'm covered in blood. I must have, why would I do that?”
”You don't remember being a zombie? A freak?”
”No, I wasn't. I couldn't have been.”
Christa crossed her arms. ”What do you remember? What's the last thing you remember doing before you were here?”
”I remember being at a party with my buddies. We'd all been laid off that week from the plant, and we were partying hard. It was great. Not having to get up every morning and go into that s.h.i.+tty factory. We all hated it, but we needed the money. We blew a ton of dough on prost.i.tutes the night before, and they ripped us off. They waited till we pa.s.sed out, then emptied our wallets. Stupid b.i.t.c.hes!”
Christa just shook her head. ”You're a real piece of work, aren't you? And I had such high hopes.”
Andreas sneered. ”High hopes. For me? That's a laugh. You'd be the first person in my life to have high hopes for me.”
”You ... you were the only zombie I've been able to reach in six years of trying. Do you realize how many I tried to connect with? Hundreds. The first time I finally succeed, and this is what you do. You're the kind of jerk that gets drunk and hires prost.i.tutes. Then, the first chance you get to make your own choice, you decide to rip a person apart.”
Andreas stood up quickly and staggered back. ”Why did you call me a zombie? I'm not one of those d.a.m.n freaks. My brother died fighting in the war against those freaks. I'm not one of them.”
”Yes, as a matter of fact you were. Not now though. You've changed. I know, because I've been there. I went through what you're going through.”
”You. No d.a.m.n way you were a freak. Look at you, you're too hot to have been one of them.”
Christa glared back at him. ”Shut the h.e.l.l up. Don't ever talk about me like that. You don't ever get to talk about me like that. Never again.”
”Sorry. Jeez, I meant it as a compliment.”
Christa pointed a finger at him. ”Never again.”
Christa started pacing around the deck while Andreas watched her. For the first time, she noticed Leekasha. Leekasha hadn't moved from her spot since the captain's untimely demise. She just stood there and stared back and forth at the two of them. Andreas noticed Christa staring at Leekasha as well, and asked, ”What's she doing? Why does she keep looking at us?”
Christa answered, ”She's looking for direction. She doesn't know what to do next. The captain was her controller and now he's gone. She's waiting for one of us to tell her what to do.”
”She'll do whatever someone tells her to do?”
”Yes, that's what the drug does to them. It makes them mindless pa.s.sive robots. Well, not really mindless. Their minds ... your mind until just a few minutes ago ... are disconnected from their bodies.” Andreas looked confused. ”It's complicated. I'll explain things later. Right now, we have a huge d.a.m.n mess on our hands. Thanks to you, the first human has died at the hands of a zombie in six years. For six whole years the war has been over, and in a single instant you and I have started it up again. They can't find out what happened here. There's no way I'm going to be responsible for the deaths of millions of zombie slaves. That's what they'll do. They'll kill every single one of them out of fear and desperation.”
Andreas looked even more confused than ever. ”Who will? What are you talking about?”
”I'm talking about the genocide of an entire species. I'm talking about every zombie being murdered by those that control them. Every human in the Americas will act on instinct. They remember what the war was like. If they believe even for an instant that their zombie slaves can turn on them, they'll murder every last one of them.”
Now Andreas looked scared. ”So, now what do we do? We need to get out of here before they find us.”
Christa thought for a moment. ”We need to scuttle the boat. This boat can never reach sh.o.r.e. There'll be no way to explain all of this away.”
Together Again.
Chaz couldn't remember the last time he was this excited and nervous all at the same time. One of the deals he had the regent agree to was a sit-down session with his family. Before he put himself into another potentially life-threatening situation, he wanted to know that his family would be there for him. They didn't trust him alone yet, so he had a military escort drive him to the prison. He initially asked for Alex to be his escort, but of course that idea got shot down. No big surprise there.
As Chaz went through prison security, he was surprised how empty the facilities were. He still remembered during wartime how popular it was to be incarcerated. Prison was actually one of the safest places to be. Not only were you ineligible for military duty, but prisons were almost as hard to break into as they were to get out of. There had been some political controversy over the spending of money to build new prisons during wartime, but nothing that couldn't be overcome with spin doctors and great speech writers. Politicians were actually selling the public on the angle that the old prisons would be great for herding the growing zombie population into. Humans would of course be kept separate in the new prison facilities. In reality, the government at the time was really building state-of-the-art facilities for themselves and their families in the event of a total catastrophic breakdown. The wanted to be sure that they had a place to go while the rest of the country went to h.e.l.l and burned around them.
They must have been busted at some point, thought Chaz. Probably one of the excuses they used to justify this whole new regent governing system.