pulled back again and refocused once more.
“Just enough time to get away from that,” he murmured.
Herb gazed at the viewing field in horror. From the high vantage point of the virtual camera he could finally make out what was going on. The sea over which they floated was crystallizing in a circle around them. It was as if a rime of white frost was settling on the surface of the gently moving liquid metal and freezing it into a rapidly tightening noose of ice. Herb could see their ship, clearly marked as occupying the center position. The bullseye.
He became aware of something else. A slow, deliberate movement around the edges of the sea. A second viewing field focused in on one particular section, and Herb was momentarily thrown by the contrast within his range of vision, between the quiet calm of his lounge-the polished wood sculpture and the white vase with the gentle pattern of flowers embossed around the rim, the parquet floor and the cool eggshell finish of the ceiling-and the frantic battle outside. In the midst of the calm of his lounge, there on the viewing field, he could see the little machines outside forming themselves from the sea of metal, sucking its material as they bulged and then split into two.
“Reproducing once every eight point two seconds,” said Robert. “Pretty impressive really. Well, when you consider the limitations of the intelligence we’re up against.”
“They’re going to surround us,” whispered Herb. “We’ll be trapped.”
It seemed inevitable. He could see the thickening cloud of the tiny machines as they rose into the air, an angry cloud of insects that seemed to pull a silver curtain up from the surface, such was their density-a silver curtain that promised to engulf them. It was as if a sack was being lifted up and around and over the ship.
“Shouldn’t we run now?” asked Herb.
Robert shook his head. “Don’t worry. I’ve worked out their rate of reproduction. We’ll get away with fourteen seconds to spare.”
Herb said nothing to that. There was nothing to say. All he could do was sit and stare at the rising cloud of little machines, each about the size and shape of a saucer. They spun and shimmered in the virtual light. Their underside was darker than the top and scored with a series of concentric circular grooves. When they fissioned, it was into two saucers joined along their tops, grooved undersides facing outward.
“How do they know we’re here?” asked Herb. “I thought we were masquerading as friends?”
Robert grinned. “Oh Herb. I keep telling you: the intelligence behind the Enemy Domain is convinced of its own superiority. It is in the nature of such individuals to trust no one else. How could they trust an inferior? This is a paranoid region we have wandered into. It has security systems piled upon security systems. We will never deceive all of them. We can only hope to fool a few of them for just long enough.”
He glanced at his wristwatch. “One minute until we leave.”
One minute. It seemed an eternity to Herb. He was sure that would be too long. The cloud of machines rising from the circumference of the sea was now diminishing. Those machines closest to the planet’s surface began to change shape, their circular edges flattening off as the saucers became octagonal. The machines began merging together along these flat edges. As they did so, the gaps left between the shapes began to widen, the body of the plates narrowed and thickened.
“They’re forming a mesh. We’ll be trapped in the cage.”
Herb licked his lips and wished he hadn’t spoken. His voice sounded high-pitched and cracked.
“We’ll be fine,” said Robert, rising to his feet. “Thirty seconds and we’ll be gone. There’s nothing to worry about here.”
He picked up the silver machine, the modified VNM he had taken from Herb’s planet. Its legs waved gently as Robert carried it across the room to the hatchway.
“The real problems will emerge the deeper we travel into the Enemy Domain. You see, the Enemy isn’t stupid; it will learn from its mistakes. We won’t be able to defeat it the same way twice.”
The hatch slid open. Robert held the silver machine over the space in the floor for a moment. Its legs began to wave a little faster as it sensed the vast pool of raw materials beneath it.
Robert glanced across to Herb.
“You should be pleased with yourself, Herb. If you should die, think this of yourself. There is a planet, in some distant sky, that will be forever a part of your creation.”
He let go of the machine and it tumbled through the hatch, its legs flickering up and down like the needles on a sewing machine.
Above them, a viewing field showed what would become the roof of their cage now closing over them as a faint mist of silver saucers. The hatch slid shut. A gentle note sounded in the cabin.
“Okay, we’re full. Off we go.”
Herb let out a huge sigh. How long had he been holding his breath? The silver sea below them began to recede; the thin misty roof above them approached closer and closer. They burst through the insubstantial cloud of silver saucers without any difficulty and began to accelerate into space.
Herb felt a wave of relief that was quickly overtaken by anxiety again. They had escaped this trap, only to have Robert jump them deeper into the Enemy Domain.
“I don’t think I can take much more of this,” muttered Herb, seriously.
Robert eyed him closely. “Of course you can,” he replied. “I’m monitoring all your vital signs. Your stress levels are well within acceptable limits.” He raised his eyebrows just a little. “All right, your blood pressure is a touch too high, but if you were to reduce your salt consumption, you’d be okay.”
He sat back down on the sofa. “Warp jump in twenty seconds. We’re going to try and lead them off on a false trail. We don’t want them waiting for us with any nasty surprises when we break back into normal space.”
“I thought it was impossible to track someone through warp space.”
“It is,” said Robert. “Come on, Herb, think laterally. There are ways and means.”
“Is this another one of your ways to keep me calm? Take my mind off things?”
“That’s right. Here’s something else to think about, too. Why did I drop that machine of yours on the planet?”
Herb gave a puzzled frown. “To reproduce, of course. I would have thought that was obvious.”
“Of course, Herb. Silly me for thinking I could tell you anything.”
The ship was accelerating again, building up tremendous speed.
“Do you think they’ll try to nuke us when we arrive again?” asked Herb nervously.
“Of course,” replied Robert. “Okay. Jump in five seconds. Four, three, two, one…”
They jumped.
eva 4: 2051
“Heads we walk down the drive, tails we try to cut through the woods.”
Eva wrapped her arms about herself and shivered as Alison tossed the coin. The night wasn’t
“Tails,” said Alison, peering at the coin with the faint light of her phone’s screen. “Through the woods.”
“Are you sure the positioning chip in that thing is disabled?” Nicolas asked suspiciously.
“Positive,” said Katie. “Anyway, they’re top of the range stealth phones. Even the military can’t track them.”
“I still don’t think it was a good idea bringing them.”
“It would look suspicious if we didn’t have them with us,” said Alison. “Who doesn’t carry a phone nowadays? Now come on. Into the woods. Eva, get the trees to help us.”
Eva strode across the wet grass, her sneakers slipping on the slick surface, and she wondered again if she should have put her boots on.
The woods looked impossibly dark, the sky above them lit with a faint orange glow from the vast Northwest conurbation.
“Are you there?” she muttered to the night in general.
