through our issues. We’re different people than we were before, James.”
James closed his eyes to block out the visions around him. He told himself that he would figure out what was going on. He wasn’t insane.
Katherine sensed his anguish and she timed a kiss on Jim’s cheek to correlate perfectly with the reopening of James’s eyes.
The A.I. strolled in front of James and met his eye. “Reconciliation is possible, James. It’s good to have you back, my son.”
“My son?” James scoffed. “You think I’m going to believe that you’re the A.I.? The A.I. was deleted by the nans. The A.I. is gone. There is no coming back.”
“I was deleted. That’s true,” the A.I. concurred.
“You’re trying to drive me insane. I don’t know why,” James grunted, shaking his head and turning away from the trio of ghosts.
“It is the A.I., James,” Jim said, his voice filled with compassion. If there was ever a time when it was easy to feel empathy for someone, it was now. “It’s the real A.I.—the one we’ve always known.”
“Impossible.”
“I’m not asking you to believe me, James,” the A.I. replied patiently, his tone just as kind as it always used to be, back before he had been deleted and replaced by the nans. “Belief is not good enough for rational minds such as yours. I’m only asking that you use your reason. Then you can decide for yourself whether we are who we say we are.”
“You might as well listen,” Katherine chimed in, “After all, it’s not like you’re going anywhere.”
3
Even before Old-timer had reached the other side of the wormhole, he could see the unprecedented size of the nan attack on the android fleet. The android presence stretched out as far as the eye could see at that range, a wall of people and continent-sized frigates that dwarfed any asteroid belt. Look as far as you wanted to, up, down, or to either side and you could not see the end of it.
The nans that had exploded off of the surface of Mars, the Earth and Venus in a number that might as well have been infinite were crashing against the equally infinite wall of androids. The massive celestial cloud of nans was even darker than the androids, a planet-sized hurricane of hell. The worst of it seemed to be several minutes away by light speed, but it was doing catastrophic damage at every moment and was nearing the frigate where Old-timer’s friends were being held.
Old-timer floated into the opening of the frigate; the metallic skins of the ships had large gaps within them to allow for easy accessibility. However, the gaping openings reminded Old-timer of his childhood and the sight of buffalos rotting in the Texas sun, their backs torn open by scavengers so that their ribcages were exposed.
He dropped down into the inner workings of the immense structure, cruising by the network of catwalks and platforms and working his way toward the room in which he knew his friends were still unconscious—Neirbo hovering over them in waiting.
When he found the right door, he opened it with his android mind’s eye and floated in. His expression immediately changed from the grimmest brooding to the utmost concern when he saw his friends locked into the metal coffins.
They were already awake.
“What the hell is this?” Rich yelled furiously as he watched Old-timer enter the room, aghast at what he saw as the false image of his former friend.
“Why are they awake? You said you’d wait,” Old-timer demanded of Neirbo, who stood adjacent to the three black coffin structures. No one else was in the room with them.
“They’ve only just been awakened at this instant,” Neirbo replied matter-of-factly.
“You could’ve given me a little warning,” Old-timer replied tersely.
“Time,” was all that Neirbo said in reply.
“What are you? Why are you doing this?” Thel demanded, the dismay in her voice causing it to crack.
“Please,” Old-timer said to her and the others, holding his palms toward them in a gesture for calm.
“You’re not Old-timer! You’re one of them!” Djanet reacted angrily.
“I’m still Old-timer—I’m still Craig,” Old-timer replied. “I need you to stay calm while I explain—”
“We know you aren’t Old-timer!” Rich yelled back, “So you can take whatever lies you’ve got cooked up and shove them straight up your metal ass!”
“Where’s James?” asked Thel as she realized he wasn’t in the room with them. His absence sent a terrible stab of dread through her chest.
“That wasn’t James,” Old-timer replied as calmly as he could, though the constant trauma he had endured was quickly breaking him down.
“More lies!” Rich shouted. “You’re an android! We don’t have to believe a thing you say! You murdered Old- timer! You’re pissing on his memory by wearing his likeness! You’re not fit to even pretend…”
“This isn’t working,” Neirbo suddenly interjected with enough force to stop Rich’s fury in its tracks. “We should proceed with the standard education.”
“No!” Old-timer shouted at him, waving him back before turning his attention to Rich. “You’re just going to have to forgive me for this,” he said, stepping toward Rich and punching him hard across the face. Rich recoiled violently as he rolled with the punch as best he could in his restraints. A moment or two of stunned silence followed before Rich turned his face slowly around to reveal that the blow had torn the skin on his cheek, exposing the metal casing underneath.
“Oh my God,” Djanet gasped.
“What have you done?” Thel whispered, suddenly beginning to realize the horrendous implications.
“You monsters!” Djanet screeched ferociously at Old-timer.
“I’m okay,” Rich said reassuringly to Djanet and Thel. “I can take a little punch.” His face contorted into utter bafflement as the two women continued to react with horror.
“It’s not just the punch,” Old-timer said quietly.
“They’ve turned you into one of them!” Djanet began to sob. “You’re one of them!”
Rich’s eyes grew to match his terror. “What?” he tried to say, the words evaporating in his throat and dissipating to an inaudible whisper.
“It’s the same for all of you,” Old-timer stated frankly. He paused for a moment before correcting himself: “All of us.”
“I…I don’t believe it,” Thel said as tears of pain, terror, and dread welled in her eyes.
“I’ll show them if I have to,” Neirbo said to Old-timer.
“No!” Old-timer shouted back in response for the second time. He turned to address his friends once again. “Look, believe me, we’ve all been assimilated. You don’t want anymore proof.”
“Assimilated?” Djanet cried out. “You’ve killed us! We’re just copies! You killed us!”
“We are running low on time,” Neirbo warned.
“Who the hell is that guy?” Rich demanded.
“His name is Neirbo. He’s one of the androids.”
“I’m human,” Neirbo replied firmly. “So are all of you.”
“How the hell do you figure that?” Rich demanded.
Old-timer stepped in once again, keeping his palms up as he desperately tried to keep his friends from antagonizing Neirbo. He knew the consequences of doing that all too well. “Look, we’re about to let you go. We’re going to explain what’s going on, and what you decide to do with that information is up to you. I hope you’ll help me. I hope we can work together to get out of this mess. But it’s up to you.”
“What are you talking about?” Thel asked.
“You’re still human,” Neirbo replied.
“He needs to shut up,” Rich spat.
“This is not going well,” Neirbo sighed. “The empath would have been invaluable. You should have brought
