Olyix Sensor Station
The day before the armada’s departure, Yirella visited Immanueel in their centrex. She walked in cautiously, anxious as always not to skid on the glossy floor. The shapes that made up the hemispherical wall seemed different somehow, more rounded this time, a little less mechanical. As before, she tried to work out which was Immanueel’s big biophysical body. For some reason, her pattern recognition was poor today.
‘Are you well?’ Immanueel’s voice asked.
Yirella turned full circle, trying to get a lock on where they might be. The little lights that slid along the cracks were of no help. ‘Doing okay, like always. Nervous that we’re about to go kick Olyix butt.’
A chortle echoed lightly around the chamber. ‘Methinks you have been spending too much time with Ainsley.’
‘You’re probably right. I like his confidence. I find it soothing.’
‘Some say confidence. Others, ego.’
‘Yeah, but think what he’s accomplished in his life. He was born in the twenty-first century, for Saints’ sake. He created the Connexion Corp, helped Emilja push through the exodus. And here he still is, a warship that makes even you guys edgy.’
‘Born rich, and leveraged his way into exploiting portal technology. Then he bought politicians. Connexion was the pioneer when it came to establishing rock-squatter asteroids as tax havens, which helped maintain Universal culture across Sol.’
‘Humans are not born equal; we all have different abilities. His we really need right now, like the Juloss civilization needed me and the boys.’
‘I acknowledge the necessity of difference among us, and encourage it. If it were a currency, every human would have been rich since the dawn of our history.’
She caught a movement. One of the wall shapes was moving slightly faster than the others, its profile changing, the light beads sliding away from it. ‘I came to ask if you had pulled anything else out of the quint brains. Specifically, the history of the enclave star system?’
‘Ah. Our quest to find the origin of the tachyon message? Well, I have good news: it proceeds apace. The enclave system is indeed the home star of the Olyix. Alas, I could not determine how long ago they heard the message from whatever entity they named the God at the End of Time. However, the Olyix do appear to have been on their crusade for over two million years.’
‘Saints! They must be close to invincible by now. The Angelis fleet was running to another galaxy. Even the Katos were avoiding direct confrontation. Does that make us the dumb ones?’
The shape stopped moving for a moment.
‘An interesting assessment,’ Immanueel’s voice said. ‘In the time the Olyix crusade has been active, they have invaded and captured over three thousand alien races. The exact number is unknown to us, as details like that are not important to quint. They do so lack our unquenchable curiosity about the universe. Perhaps if you are born, or created, into a society that has been unassailable for so long, you no longer feel the need to ask questions, for all have been answered already.’
‘Yeah. That would certainly account for their arrogance, the belief that they’re right. I just can’t stop thinking about how much damage they’ve caused in cosmic ecological terms. It’s devastating.’
‘Unlike our own expansion, which has been scattering terrestrial DNA across a sizeable portion of the galaxy.’
‘Touché.’ She watched Immanueel’s outline resolve as their biophysical body reached the base of the wall. ‘So you don’t think it was a god then, sitting up there in the future?’
‘I consider it extremely unlikely. Which I admit sounds like an agnostic answer rather than a definitive atheist assertion. More likely it is some remnant of the Olyix trying to reinforce a temporal loop to bolster its own position.’
‘More paradox.’
‘Not entirely. The fate – or destiny – of the Olyix is undoubtedly linked to this entity. Consider this: who else would know where to aim the tachyon beam? This entity would have to know both where the star is in that time, and that there is someone there to receive it. Not to mention using a language that the pre-crusade era Olyix will understand.’
‘Gods are omniscient,’ she mused.
‘Indeed, so why do they need captives from the past to be brought to their altar?’
‘You mean, why does a next-generation Olyix need them? That’s likely what this is. We will need to ask it.’
Immanueel’s biophysical body straightened up as they detached themself from the wall. Their tail was the last part to be free, and flicked around in celebration. ‘Ah, I always enjoy taking my first breath. It is an experience I associate with my old singlebody waking from slumber.’
She gave their tall body a bemused grin. Talking about gods . . . ‘You’ve scheduled departure for seventeen hours.’
‘We have, yes. Is there a problem?’
‘No. I just wanted to check you think you have everything you need. We can wait here as long as you like while your manufacture systems build more weapons.’
Immanueel’s urbane face produced a beatific smile. ‘If Final-Strike cannot be accomplished with what we have now, it cannot be accomplished at all.’
‘Okay, then. I just wanted to ask. I’m officially here to tell you the advisory council think four days is enough flight time for us.’
‘A day for each year, then. Very well, we will manipulate the time flow inside your ships accordingly. May I ask what you intend to do during that time?’
‘The squads will have one final day of training. Then it’s just going to be gym work and contingency planning. It should bring the squads to peak efficiency when we reach the gateway star.’
‘Commendably efficacious. However, I was referring to you, dearest genesis human. What will you do during FinalStrike?’
‘I’ll watch. There’s nothing else I can do by then. We either win or we don’t. I’ve done everything I can now.’
‘Indeed you have.’ Immanueel reached down and took her hands. ‘There is no need for you to come with the armada to the enclave.’
‘No! Don’t even go there. I am not abandoning my friends and my Dellian. I never will.’
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