Extinction

of knowing.

One of the techs extended a multi-jointed, bright-metal arm and stuck the spike at its tip into the side of the creature on the table.

“Enemy,” it transmitted back to me. The tiny brainbox in my suit did the translation. I had the feeling he’d said more, but that was all my system could translate. It was enough.

I’ve often been accused of impulsiveness. I can understand how people might see things that way-but I preferred to think of myself as an opportunist. I lifted a thin beam-pistol and burned a dime-sized hole into the spiny oval that served the monster on the table for a head. I held down the trigger for about two solid seconds, long enough for the beam to hiss out the far side of the creature and burn a tiny dark dot on the far wall of the laboratory behind it. The struggling monster immediately stilled. I slipped the gun out of sight.

Mandibles moved in what I thought was a confused, surprised pattern. Could they be gesturing? Were they asking one another: Who the hell does he think he is? …or some Macro equivalent?

“Enemy,” I said, holding down the translation button again. I pointed at the mess on the table. A wisp of steam looped up toward the ventilation grilles from both ends of the creature-from both the entry and exit wounds my beamer had created. I hoped the worm wouldn’t ignite and start a fire… I’d given it quite a jolt.

“I kill enemies,” I transmitted.

I left them there, twitching their flashing metal mandibles. Out in the corridor, I allowed myself a smirk. The Macros weren’t the only ones who were literal-minded and who might have translation-based misunderstandings.

I made it back to the portal over the hold quickly. There was some excitement going on in the corridors. A few Macro warrior-types scuttled by. I hoped they were on some kind of drill-but I suspected they weren’t.

When I appeared before the four guards, I had a scare. They stood their ground and leveled their weapons at me. I held down the translation button with excessive force.

“I’m Kyle Riggs,” I said.

They appeared unimpressed.

“My mission has been accomplished. I will now prepare my invasion forces.”

Several long seconds ticked by. I was now in net-range of the command module’s smarter translation boxes, and when the response came from the Macros the translation was more complete.

“Biotics are no longer permitted outside the hold,” came the translation-box voice.

I grunted. They stepped aside, breaking their formation. I vaulted through and did a dive toward the command brick. A dozen of my men stood among the bricks, watching me. My helmet buzzed with calls as the word went out that I’d returned.

“How’d it go, sir?” asked Major Robinson, using his officer’s override to cut out the lower-ranked calls.

“Just fine,” I said, “but I think I need a drink.”

“A drink? Are you dehydrated, sir?”

“Yeah, you could say that.”

I reached the command post, broke the nanite seals around my neck with a combination clicking-ripping sound and pulled off my hood. Two people handed me a squeeze bottle of water. Sandra was there, third in line. I took what she offered. It was a squeeze bottle of beer.

“Thanks,” I said.

Sandra gave me a suspicious look that I tried to ignore. She could tell I’d had more of an adventure than I wanted to let on to the others. Maybe it was all the sweat cooling on my forehead and neck.

I briefed them slowly, waiting until Sandra had gone back into my office to tell them about the lab, the creature on the table-and my rude intervention. They all looked shocked when I got to the part about my mercy- killing of the creature on the table.

“Do you think that thing was one of the enemies we are supposed to fight against?” asked Captain Sarin.

“Yes. I believe that’s exactly what it was.”

“Killing their prisoner was a dangerous move, sir,” said Major Robinson. “It could have been misinterpreted.”

“No, I think they got the message,” I said.

“Sir, the nanite chain is complete. The sensor array is active,” said one of the techs, interrupting. His name was Lieutenant Raphim Shrestha. He was a thin, quiet man. Now he sounded happy-as the sensor guy, he’d had precious little to do so far on this trip. For days, we’d kept the man sitting at a board in the darkest corner of the command center. Now he finally had something to do.

“Do we have video, Raphim?” I asked.

“No sir,” he said. “just spatial relationships calculated from gravity-pulls and radiation sources. But we’ve pinpointed a number of bodies around us.”

“Put it up on the big table,” I said.

The first elements of the star system we occupied came up in the form of two large spheres on the computer table. I looked at it, and I frowned. The longer I looked the more I frowned.

“What are those?” Captain Sarin asked.

“Stars,” I said.

“Where’s the blue giant?”

I shook my head. “We’re in a different system.”

“Could we have jumped again and not felt it?” asked Major Robinson.

“I doubt it,” I said. “Even if it happened when most of us were asleep, someone had to be on watch. Everyone knows the sensation now, someone would have reported it.”

I stared. There were two stars in the center of the system, both about the same size and orbiting one another very closely. There weren’t any planets around. This didn’t surprise me. Most star systems had multiple stars, and those that did were less likely to have planets. The uneven gravitational pulls from the star tended to pull planets into the stars themselves or tear them apart over the many long years it took a star system to form. As I watched, a smaller body showed itself, very far out from the two stars.

“Is that a gas giant?” I asked, pointing at it.

“Too much mass,” said Captain Sarin. “I think it’s a third star. A small one.”

I looked at the system and slowly, it dawned on me. “This might be Alpha Centauri. It’s a three-star system. The configuration looks right. I’ll bet that small star out there is Proxima Centauri.”

The staff agreed in a murmur.

“But then what happened to the system with the blue giant?” asked Captain Sarin. There was a hint of fear in her voice. Up until now we’d all believed we were traveling through the same star system I’d scouted months earlier. But now it was sinking in that we’d been dead wrong.

“We don’t really know how the rings work,” said Major Robinson. “Maybe the Macros can set them to transport a vessel to different receiving rings.”

“Or maybe we didn’t go through the Venus ring at all,” I said. “Maybe we went through the other one, the one out in the Oort cloud.”

Robinson brought up a calculator app and pecked at it. “That would explain why there was no turbulence or vibration when we went through the ring. We should have felt some kind of effect after flying through Venus’ thick atmosphere. I’m doing some calculations, sir…. The speed the Macros must have reached in order to get out to the Oort cloud in just a few days is alarming.”

I nodded in agreement. “But with good gravity-controlling stabilizers, we would never have felt most of the acceleration. The Oort cloud ring is about six light-hours out from earth-maybe sixty AU. I’m sure our small Nano ships couldn’t produce that kind of thrust. It seems like the Macro technology is in some ways superior to the Nanos. At least, they can build bigger engines.”

“Can we be sure we flew through the second ring, Colonel?” Captain Sarin asked me.

“No. It’s just a theory. We’ve got very little to go on. Possibly, there is a third ring we didn’t even know about hidden somewhere in our system.”

“But sir,” Captain Sarin said. She looked at me strangely with wide, dark eyes. “If we don’t even know how we got here-how are we ever going to get home?”