It was the spider drones he had to watch for. There were hundreds of them in the complex, robots with tool- filled jaws as well fitted for destruction as for maintenance.
Those were what had killed Henson's men. Otto ran on hard. A few spider drones spotted him and scuttled toward him, and he blew them to pieces.
For a terrifying half-second, his feed cut out, and he was lost in limbo somewhere on the Grid between his own body and the borrowed robot.
The link crackled back on. Otto veered away from the wall.
Carbon feet splashed into water. He was at the web. Spider drones, large as cats, emerged from every cranny of the place, their small, tick-like heads turning toward him. One, then another, then another, took tentative steps toward him, and then they came at him in a rush. He fired his gun until it was empty, shattering spider drones, then unslung the weapon he'd taken from the robot at the doors and did the same. He cast them down into the water.
Not knowing what else to do, Otto tore into the web with his borrowed machine hands.
Valdaire heard a noise behind her. She did not turn from her work. 'I told you to get out of here, Lehmann.'
A hand grabbed her shoulder painfully.
'What the…?'
She was spun round hard. Her connection to Genie and Otto was broken. Her holograms went out.
Kaplinski leered down at her.
'All we wanted,' said Waldo, 'was to be left alone,' and stood. k52 made to stab at him with spears of energy, but Waldo froze him solid with a gesture.
'Heh,' said Richards. 'I'm not one for gloating, but I think you rather underestimated Waldo there, k52.'
Waldo walked around the Anvil fragment, trailing his hand across it. As he did so it disintegrated into threads of light, and flowed up his arm to join with his body. Hog's corpse sank slowly to the floor. Waldo walked over to it and touched it. The pig-ogre's form evaporated like the altar, leaving the boffin-like human form Rolston favoured in life, then this too dissipated.
'The thing is, Waldo put his heart and soul into creating this Reality, all for his sister.' Richards watched Waldo as he walked slowly toward k52. Only Bear and Tarquin remained of his old construct. 'So, I think there was rather more of him left than you thought. He encoded his entire mind into it, you fucking moron! k52 the great! Undone by an Italian nerd. It really never does to underestimate the human race, Kay, it's not a mistake I've made more than once. I'd take it on board for next time, only I doubt there will be a next time.'
Richards turned to Waldo. 'Ah,' he said cheerily. 'Well done.'
Waldo regarded him with a face of pure fury.
'Um, I'm getting a lack of loving here. I am, aren't I? Ah, shit.'
Otto ripped at the web linking the realm servers to the fusion plant beneath his feet. Spider drones scuttled from all over the complex toward him. He stamped and slapped the first wave to pieces, careful with his movements, sure to keep on damaging the web as they attacked. More and more crawled up his mechanical shell, mouth parts whirring, cracking the casing of the android. His left arm went slack as one chewed through its wiring. Otto swatted it away. The drones swarmed up him, pulling him down into the water. Plastic legs clicked all over his sheath. His right leg buckled. The drones were poorly armoured, not designed for combat, but there were so many of them.
Otto wrenched one more cable free, his vision obscured by the articulated thorax of a drone. Whirling mouthparts drilled through his cranial casing. As they sawed him apart, he was struck that in a body like this, at least his damn shoulder didn't bother him.
A kaleidoscope of images from his mentaug overcame him, all of them of Honour.
His link was cut.
'You,' said Waldo. 'You and your kind.' He walked slowly toward Richards. 'I tried to keep my sister safe. Was it not enough to make her an addict to your false dreams? Did you have to kill her too? We only wanted to be left alone,' he repeated. 'Alone. There is no such thing in this world, not any more.'
Richards held his hands in front of him, palms up, and backed away. Four Reality Realms' worth of cyberspace stood empty all about him, all keyed to human thought forms, and that included the deceased. He was an ant in front of an elephant. 'Waldo, Giacomo, you've got it back to front. Your sister's not dead.'
'Liar!' Waldo's fists tightened. A dangerous energy built in the air
'… no, Giacomo, it's not her, it's you. You're dead, don't you remember?'
Waldo faltered. His brow creased, and he stopped. 'I… I do… ' His head snapped up, and he pulled Richards' memories from him with a gesture.
Richards stumbled and clutched at his head. He managed a weak smile. 'Hey! You only need ask.'
'Flu? k52 killed me? He infected an entire continent to get me?'
'They say imitation is the sincerest form of flattery, but I reckon that level of effort comes a close second.'
'This, your partner?' Otto's image shimmered into being. 'He has her, he has my sister Marita?'
'Yes, and she'll be safe, mate. Seriously, she's fine. It's all over. You beat k52, you won.' He gave what he hoped was an inoffensive grin.
The fight went out of Waldo. Richard's shoulders unknotted. He hadn't realised he was so tense. That was another thing he wasn't going to miss.
'I don't know how you feel about it,' said the AI tentatively as Waldo pulled footage from his security cameras in his hideaway to watch Otto talk with Marita, the Chinese soldiers, his own body, 'but you can become a pimsim. Come out, pick up where you left off…'
'No.'
'That's great, we can… Hey, what do you mean, no?'
'I cannot get out. When you found me, I could not get out?'
'Yeah, but I thought that was down to your dissipated state…'
'No, it is because the Reality Realm governing coding regards me as a native inhabitant of this network. It is a dumb thing, stupid. It sees me as human, yes, but also as a construct. There was no other way to code it in. Perhaps if I had had more time, but k52 kept my mind in pieces. At the end, now, I cannot leave.'
'Ah,' said Richards, not knowing quite what to say. 'I see. What will you do?'
'In ten seconds' linear time in the Real, the bombs will fall.'
'We have time to stop them!'
'I have. But I will not.'
'What?' said Richards. 'All the remaining RealWorld Reality Realms will be wiped out! That's billions of sentients, man, think of it!'
'I am. Do not think that because the architecture supporting them is no more, they will cease to be. The act of observation is creation, Ourobouros. He sees his tail as he devours it, therefore there is a tail to devour, and eyes to see.' Waldo was changing; strands of k52 wisped toward him. The man grew bright.
He was not just Waldo any more.
Waldo spoke with a voice of many voices. 'Within me are all those who fled into the reality I built for my sister. Your brother and sister dwell within me, as does k52's creation code. Through this, they will all live again.' Waldo's form shivered. 'All will live again.'
'What about me?' said Richards.
'Stay, or go,' intoned Waldo. As he absorbed k52 he sounded more like him, cold and intense. 'There is life for you here or there.'
'I'll go, if that's alright with you, only you're going to have to let me out.'
A point of light winked, bringing a point and a horizon to the previously horizonless world.
Richards looked at it, this faint glimmer, then back at Waldo.
'Time running normally here now?'
'It will, soon, and then I will accelerate it.' k52 unravelled into nothing. 'Entire universes will live and die in the microseconds the atomic fire takes to consume the Reality Realm servers. This is beyond your Real now, Richards, we will have our own.'
'k52?'
