Saturday, September 23, 2017

the 9th possibility: a terrible secret


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“what’s that? resign? nonsense, minister, you know you can’t let us down like that. you are doing as splendid a job as ever. the empire needs you more than ever, the empress needs you more than ever.”

bradford shook his head. “i am sorry, but i have made up my mind. you have known me for years, fenwood, and you know i never say anything unless i am absolutely sure of what i am saying.”

“but,” fenwood stammered, “with the alignment offensive coming up - this is no time for a new ministry to be taking office!”


“there have been alignment offensives before,” bradford replied placidly, “and - unfortunately - there will be alignment offensives in the future. and i have grown weary of them. the galaxies align, the galaxies get out of alignment, they align again , new offensives are planned and launched. and nothing changes. except that we get beaten back a little more every time.”

“that is all very well,” fernwood replied. “but - why now? i, for one, think your new proposed strategy quite brilliant. simple, but brilliant."


bradford laughed. "it is simple because i have run out of ideas. as for ‘no time for a new ministry to be taking over’, who can say at this point? after all, i have been minister of war for forty-one years now.”

“indeed you have. it seems like only yesterday that you took office. and with such high hopes!” fenwood sighed.

“high hopes! i think not, my dear fernwood. in case you have forgotten those terrible times, let me refresh your memory…


the empire lay prostrate, convulsed on every side with rebellion. not rebellion from the races subjugated in humanity’s triumphant sweep through the universe, but rebellion by its own children.

its own children, the very machines that had served it so well in its glory days.

and which now rose up against it, smashing, looting, obliterating…. and mocking.

in an organized manner which revealed a common purpose, or overmind, which had never been suspected.


an overmind whose exact nature the poor human race has not fully fathomed to this day…

as the apocalypse burst around us, a few human heroes came forth…. brady… canby… names which bring a tear to the eye and a swelling to the heart even now.

inspired by these heroes, some of us resolved to dedicate our lives to the defense of the human race, in however humble a capacity.


for forty some years now i have sat in harness at this desk, in my appointed capacity as minister of war, trying to control and harness the flood of information, and make do with the paucity of resources at the besieged empire’s disposal.

there were flickers of hope, in the early days, but these flickers have faded to a single dull ember, an ember which grows fainter with each new desperate so-called offensive, each more pathetically doomed than the last.”


the minister of war looked down at his desk and fell silent.

“but look here, old fellow, a few weeks rest, perhaps…” fernwood began.

“no more. stand aside, please. i have requested an audience with the empress. and as you know,” bradford smiled. “i have a reputation for punctuality.”

*


fernwood watched bradford disappear down the corridor, headed for the elevator to the empress’s suite.

he hastened away in the opposite direction, to the office of the minister of information. as he did, he sent a message to the commanders of the fleet and the army.

*

“i am sorry to hear that,” the empress told bradford. “but i am not completely surprised. you have served me well, bradford, but, then, all things must come to an end.”


bradford nodded. “i am honored to have served.”

“and in return,” the empress continued, “i have kept your terrible secret.”

“for which i thank you. if i may presume, i was wondering… i was wondering if you will continue to keep the secret.”

“why, i suppose i will. if i can. i can not promise anything.”

“i understand.”

*


commander williams of the fleet put his fingertips together and considered fernwood’s information.

“who knows?” he asked. “it may be for the best.”

“but right now?,” asked general mason. “later perhaps, after the offensive is over, but right now it might throw a bit of sand in the gears.”

“perhaps,” commander williams agreed. “how about you, jaspers?” he asked the minister of information. “ any ideas?”

“yes, i have an idea.”

*


when bradford returned to his office, he found a young woman - or more likely, a simulacrum or replica of a young woman - waiting outside his door.

whether she was a real human or not, she was the youngest specimen of “humanity” he had seen in about thirty years.

bradford could only guess at her real or simulated “age”. fifteen? twenty-two? thirty? it had been so long since he had seen such a creature. he did register that she was wearing a short skirt of the type he vaguely remembered as “schoolgirl”.


now the creature put her finger in her mouth. “aren’t you going to invite me in, daddy?”

daddy? what did that mean?

“i am afraid i am rather busy now,” bradford told her. he smiled gently. “i have a war to win, you know.”

“awwww! don’t be that way, daddy!”

of course, bradford suddenly realized, this is all fernwood’s doing, he and his cronies in the other ministries. to what purpose? what it just their sad idea of a joke?

“i do want so much to get to know you!” the young woman continued..

bradford looked up and down the corridor. he did not want to cause a scene.

*


fernwood looked down at bradford’s body.

“this could hardly have ended worse,” he sighed, with a meaningful glance at commander williams.

“indeed,” williams agreed. “but at least he died with his boots on, as he had always wished.”

a doctor was kneeling down over the body, and a couple of technicians were examining and photoing the deceased minister’s sparsely furnished office.


the schoolgirl was flopped lifelessly in the office’s only chair. one of the technicians pointed to it.

“what shall we so with this, sir?” he asked fernwood.

“eh? do what you will with it. i suppose you will need it as evidence of some kind. after that, dismantle it, or revive it, or do whatever you please with it.”

“by god!” the doctor suddenly exclaimed.


fernwood and commander williams looked down.

“look here!” the doctor pointed to the wrist of the deceased. a thin metal rod was protruding from it.

both men grasped the significance immediately. commander williams recovered first.

“i am sure it is nothing, doctor. just some sort of medical implant. why, i am sure you as a doctor would be the first to recognize - “


the doctor did not answer, but contunued examining the body.

“not a bit of it, sir,” the doctor looked up. “i have sounded the whole body. it’s a rum business, to be sure, but the whole underlying structure is metal - including the brain.”

the full significance began to sink in.

bradford, who had served for forty-one years as minister of war in the endless war against the machines - was himself a machine!

fernwood was stunned. but he had no time to stand there with his mouth open and dwell on the implications of the shocking discovery..

the office of minister of war was now open, and he had to call in his markers.



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Thursday, September 21, 2017

the first possibility, red version


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the welcoming of the newest class of level 3 officers was about to begin.

the two hundred and forty-two recruits were all in their seats, in twenty-two rows of eleven recruits each.

austin was seated in the eleventh row. in the fourth seat from the left. a nice inconspicuous spot, she thought, in case the speaker was inclined to ask questions of the recruit audience.

not that she had any real fear of a question, or any lack of confidence in her ability to answer one.

austin had a simultaneous feeling of relief and apprehension every time she started a new class.

relief that she had made it so far without being found out, apprehension that she would be exposed somehow at the next level.

always the same fear - that at the new level, an effective program of mind scanning would be in place.

austin felt confident that she could navigate and bluff her way through anything less.

a person emerged in the periphery of her vision, walking down the left aisle to the podium.

all the recruits sat perfectly still with their eyes facing forward as the person, presumably the instructor, ascended the podium.

the instructor wore the green uniform of a level 3 officer, but without any insignia denoting rank, or - austin’s sharp eyes noted - any name or i d tag.

“good morning,” the instructor announced. “this will be brief. you were all issued wrist devices this morning. there is a single button on each one and i ask that you press them to turn the device on.”

the instructor took a small tablet out of his pocket and consulted it. the recruits assumed it was recording whether they all turned their devices on.

“good,” the instructor said after a few seconds. he looked up. “we are going to show you a short film, and the devices will measure your responses to the film. when the film is over, you may leave the auditorium and you will be free for the rest of the morning.” the inspector gave the recruits a friendly smile. “i would advise you to spend your time studying the manuals you were issued this morning. but that is up to you.”

and with that, the instructor descended from the podium, and the film began playing on the screen behind the podium.

a flat green field under a blue sky. no trees, and no clouds.

a brown rabbit with a white tail bounds into the picture from the right and stops.

a person austin recognizes as a “knight in shining armor” energes from the left. face covered by a visor, and carrying a long pointed lance, but not riding a horse.

the rabbit and the knight exchange words, in a language austin does not recognize.

subtitles appear. also in a language that austin also does not recognize. the words spoken and the words in the subtitles do not seem to match, at least not phonetically.

austin keeps her eyes on the screen and does not look around to ascertain the reactions of the other recruits.

a red rubber ball falls from the sky and lands at the feet of the rabbit and the knight and bounces around for a few feet but they ignore it and continue their conversation.

the knight picks the rabbit up and puts it on his shoulder and walks away, into the center of the screen, down a dirt road that opens up and gradually out of sight.

a little girl appears on the. screen. she is dressed in the style of the 23rd century, but has a hair style from the middle of the 25th.

she sees the red rubber ball on the grass and starts to cry.

the scene changes. an old dark house, a dark and windy night. a single light shines in an attic window.

wind and rain and thunder. a sudden flash of lightning.

the little girl’s sobs can be heard over the sound of the rain and thunder.

the film ends.

austin and the other recruits file out of the auditorium in orderly fashion.



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Tuesday, September 19, 2017

the 17th possibility


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zux paused for breath at the top of the hill.

and there was a borg, aiming the stun-blaster at the end of its left arm at zux.

behind the borg was the river, and beyond the river was freedom.

“give it up, zux,” came a voice from behind zux. the all too familiar voice of colonel a.

zux turned around. there was colonel a, with never fading smile, and two more shiny borgs.

“come, zux, there is a good human now,” the colonel’s soothing accents intoned. “why cause problems?“

zux looked around in every direction. two more borgs appeared. then three more after that.

and even worse than the borgs, zux could see the holes in the earth - the endless entrances to the center of the earth, down which the human race had been led, cajoled, and carried.

he was trapped. it was over.

“you know you are the last, zux,“ colonel a continued. “you have fought the good fight. you can be proud. you are the last human on the face of the earth.”

colonel a was not a human - merely a simulacrum programmed to show a “human” face and speak a droning “human” voice to the humans being rounded up by the borgs.

rounded up and melted into a single entity which was housed in the center of the planet, which the overmind had hollowed out centuries ago.

“you are the last,” colonel a repeated, as zux was gripped on each arm by an unsmiling borg.

they led zux to one of the entrances. zux could see that it was, like most entrances, somewhat overgrown, as the time had long since passed when masses of humans had to be sent down it.

for a long time there had only been a few stragglers like zux. for a while they had been organized, but for years now the organization had been unable to function, due to the relentless surveillance of the overmind, and each straggler had wandered the earth alone.

an earth almost empty of humans, an earth of rivers and trees and mountains, of alternately blue days and soaking rains, an earth green and blue and beautiful.

one of the borgs kicked the brush away from the entrance and zux could hear the music coming up from the center of the earth.

the beautiful, beautiful music of the single human mind, freed forever from oppression and conflict and alienation and aggression and injustice.

all one.

“you are the last, zux,” colonel a intoned yet again. “you can be proud.” the colonel had a limited vocabulary.

but was zux really the last?

zux never knew.



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Sunday, September 17, 2017

the 20th possibility, green version


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when the imperial councilors made their final decision to destroy, depopulate, and abandon the earth, genghis xxxix, the last appointed human subprefect, pleaded with them to leave two survivors, one male and female.

the councilors listened with their limitless courtesy to genghis’s plea, and f-1-f, the senior councilor, asked him what he thought the chances were that the male and female could begin a process of successfully restocking the planet with humans.

genghis replied in time honored human fashion that he was not concerned with such things as odds or probabilities, that he was not very good with numbers, but that he had faith, and that you might as well take a chance.

this answer amused the councilors greatly. they put their heads together briefly.

“very well,” said g-3-g, speaking on behalf of the council, “we accept your proposal. one female, of childbearing age, and one healthy young male, presumably capable of doing his reproductive duty, will be allowed to remain on a planet that, we must say, they may not find the most comfortable. “

“thank you,” replied genghis.

“however,” g-3-g went on, “we have three stipulations.”

genghis bowed his head and waited for the stipulations.

“first, that the male and female will be placed on opposite sides of the earth, and will be forced to find each other.”

“will each be told that the other exists?” genghis asked humbly. “if they are not, they might find a snug berth and never see the other.”

the councilors conferred briefly again.

“very well, “ g-3-g told genghis, “we agree that it would not be in the spirit of the agreement to do otherwise.”

“and the other two conditions?” genghis asked.

“the first - is that a third human will be left behind.” g-3-g smiled as benevolently as he could.

genghis was genuinely surprised, and showed it. “and who or what might that be?”

“who but your worthy self, my dear sub prefect?”

genghis bowed low. “and the third condition?” he asked, when he had straightened up.

“the third condition is the most important,” said g-3-g. “listen carefully, so that there is no misunderstanding. we ask that you promise, if you encounter either the man or the woman, or both together, under any circumstances, any circumstances whatever, that you kill them.”

genghis considered this. “how are you to guarantee that i keep my promise?,” he asked. “are you going to maintain surveillance on the home planet, just for that purpose?”

“foolish human,” g-3-g laughed. “you demonstrate again why it was necessary to obliterate your miserable race, with its complete lack of a sense of honor. no, we have better things to occupy our time in the universe than keep track of the likes of you. creatures of honor ourselves, we do not concern ourselves with whether you keep your promise. we only ask that you make the promise.”

“then i agree,” said genghis.

“you promise?” the councilors asked in unison.

“i promise.”

*

samantha jones hated strong men and despised weak ones.

she was gratified to find herself alone on a grassy slope somewhere in north america.

she had nodded politely when informed by the courteous imperial escort that there was a human male somewhere on the planet that she might might mate with if she chose and if fate decreed, but she made no comment aloud.

after determining that she had sources of clean water, in a couple of bubbling brooks, and some trees that produced apples and pears and some fruit she did not recognize, samantha decided to devote her days to the study of magic, which had always intrigued her but which her duties as a cafeteria hostess at imperial subprefecture headquarters had always left her too tired to pursue.

*

genghis xxxix, the erstwhile subprefect and former most powerful human on the planet - well, he supposed he was still the most powerful human on the planet because he knew things the other two, whoever they were, did not - had absolutely no intention of keeping his promise to the councilors to kill the man and the woman if he encountered them.

“miserable race, with its complete lack of sense of honor” indeed!

all things considered, he was happy to walk alone beneath the wide green sky of earth, and never again have to listen to the gabble of the imperial races, with their polite, sneering, superior ways.

he resolved to make every effort to find the man and the woman, to bring them together, and to assist them in every way he could to restart and recharge human civilization.

but first, he knew, he had to reconnoiter his situation, find sources of food and water, and hopefully find a way to provision himself for a long journey, if necessary.

*

bernard akbar had never had much success with women.

he was overjoyed to find himself in his present situation, although he did feel bad for the billions of follow humans the overlords had summarily disposed of.

alone on a planet with a woman who could have no choice but to love him and treat him right!

but first he had to get his bearings, find something to eat and someplace to sleep.

to sleep alone for now, but not for long, ha ha!

bernard decided to take his time, make sure of his resources, and make a good plan to find the woman.

but as the days went by, this proved more difficult than he had at first thought.

there was plenty of vegetation in the godforsaken spot he found himself in - the brazilian rain forest maybe, or borneo? - but not much of it was either tasty or nourishing.

as for the water - bernard closed his eyes and drank it, but did not much care to think about it.

he had hoped to find an abandoned human settlement or city with a limitless supply of canned goods - and bottles of beer! - but as the weeks and months went by this began to seem a pipe dream.

bernard began to despair.

and then one day he beheld an object in the sky.

a plane? were the overlords returning for some reason?

but the object was not a plane but a dragon. a green dragon, such as bernard had seen portrayed in countless films and graphic novels, and about the size of a horse.

the dragon listened sympathetically to bernard’s tale.

“climb on my back, bud,” the dragon announced when bernard had finished, “we’ll see if we can’t take you where you want to go.”

bernard gratefully climbed aboard the beast.

they sailed away into the bluish green sky, high over the area bernard had been futilely tramping around, which he now saw was an island by no means close to any mainland.

a strong wind came up, and the dragon headed right into it.

bernard found it difficult to hang on to the beast’s neck. he felt his grip slipping.

he cried to the dragon to slow down or land, but the dragon did not seem to hear him …

*

genghis felt he was making good progress.

months had passed since the abandonment of earth by the imperial overlords, and genghis had not let the grass grow beneath his feet.

he had been following a series of rivers along whose banks he found enough food to eat, and also enough to keep a reserve in his pack, in case he came to a more barren stretch.

he still had absolutely no idea where he was, or where the man or the woman might be, but every day filled him with new confidence.

one morning he awoke from his sleep under a mossgrown tree beside a river, and saw what he at first took to be a green horse gazing at him.

it was not a horse, but a dragon.

the dragon listened attentively to genghis’s story.

“climb on my back,” the dragon commanded genghis. “we will resolve this situation.”

genghis was somewhat taken aback by the dragon’s authoritative tone, but obeyed.

the dragon and genghis sailed high into the sky.

higher and higher and higher.

genghis lost sight of the land below. he began to feel dizzy.

“where are we going?” he cried.

“we are flying into the sun,” the dragon replied.

“into the sun! but why? why? what will happen to us?”

“i assume you will be burnt to a cinder,” said the dragon. “as for me, i will be reborn to a life such as you can never comprehend…”

for, reader, as you may have suspected, the dragon was none other than samantha, who had put her time in studying magic to good use.



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Friday, September 15, 2017

the first possibility, white version


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good morning, children. welcome to the first day of school. i am officer 1, and i am your instructor. before we begin, do any of you have any questions? press the blue button on your table if you have a question.

i see that jonni smith has a question.

why are the ceilings so high. and why are they broken up into squares like that?

that is two questions, jonni. but they have one answer. behind the squares are snatchers - large plastic claws at the end of hinged rods that can swoop down and take students, such as yourself, up and away to be reassigned.

reassigned to what?

that need not concern us here. but let me demonstrate the snatcher.

a panel in the ceiling opened and, as described by officer 1, a plastic claw came down and grabbed jonni smith and carried jonni smith up into the ceiling and out of sight.

any other questions? marci lee?

are you the only officer 1 or is the instructor in every class called officer 1?

a good question, but no concern of yours.

another snatcher came down from the ceiling and took marci lee away.

any more questions? bobbi white?

why are we here?

a superfluous question, as you know perfectly well that you are here to be told why you are here.

and another snatcher came down and took bobbi white away.

any more questions?

officer 1 waited.

no? i did not think so. three questions is the norm, and is rarely deviated from. now - let us get down to business. this is your first day of school. you all, of course, will be in school for the rest of your lives, because that is what life is - school.

you have all completed twenty units of lifespan. in keeping with the wisdom of the council, you have been taken care of, fed, clothed ,and housed, and allowed to skate along on the surface of life.

your brains have developed, and been scanned and monitored since your inception. we know you all. we know the nameless terrors of which you dare not speak - and of which no one is interested in hearing you speak. we know which of you have criminal tendencies, which of you have fascist tendencies, which of you are prone to unspeakable fantasies, and which of you are just not very bright.

we began the day with one hundred and twenty-eight of you. as you may have noticed , we are now down to one hundred and twenty-five. at the lunch break, there will be ninety-six of you, and at the end of the day sixty-four.

you have already been ranked from one to one hundred and twenty-eight. these are the default rankings which will apply at the end of the day if you have not been winnowed down to sixty-four otherwise. if you are interested, jonni smith, marci lee, and bobbi white were all in the bottom quartile of your original group.

but it almost never happens that we need recourse to these original rankings.

through the day you will be given various tests and tasks to assist in the winnowing process.

because that is what life and school are - a winnowing process. we will have six tests before lunch, so let us get started.

i see we have another question. sammi zee?

what’s for lunch?

something very nourishing, for those who get to eat it.

and another snatcher came down from the ceiling and took sammi zee away.

the children had watched jonni smith’s snatching with horror, marci lee’s with pity, and bobbi white’s with silence,

when sammi zee went through the ceiling they watched with amusement.



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