Eric strode purposefully into the Reception Centre that lay above Archimedes core. In truth, the AI core was still another three hundred meters below this sterile white room, accessible by a single heavily protected elevator at the rear of the circular space.
At the roomâs centre was a small podium and behind that stood a stunningly beautiful woman, her pale skin and harsh white hair offset by clear green eyes and ruby red lips. She was dressed in a pale blue kimono, white cranes flying across the expensive fabric. Eric knew at a glance she was a mechanical, high grade but not a trace of Organics in her body.
âYouâre newâ Eric said to her as the surface elevator closed, having deposited him into the chamber. Two silver mechanicals had been standing near the second elevator, the one that lead to the Core, but when he arrived they stepped forwards, arms held out to their sides and flanking the female mechanical.
âI wish to see Archimedesâ he announced, meeting the synthetic eyes of the woman-like machine.
âArchimedes no longer grants access to youâ the woman replied, her voice smooth and feminine. âPlease return to the surface, Eric Hargreavesâ
Eric cocked his head at her, assessing her capabilities.
âHas he given you a name?â he demanded.
âYou may refer to me as Ms Nino Smithâ she answered with that beguiling voice. Eric reassessed her, noting how perfectly she was simulating human responses. Her chest moved, breath went in and out, even her eyes blinked and the pupils roamed a little as she focussed on different things.
âYou are running off a Quantum Processor, arenât you Ms Smith?â Eric stated. âA Limited AI copying human interactions. You probably fool most Organics into thinking you are one of themâ
âPerhaps, Mr Hargreavesâ she agreed politely. âNow, as I have stated, you may proceed no further so please return to the surface levelsâ
To emphasise her demand, the two mechanicals came to stand in front of Eric, arms held wide in that unusual pose. He figured they had weapon systems built into the forearms and he raised his own arms in mock surrender.
âPeace, Ms Smithâ he declared. âI just wanted to deliver the results of my investigation to Archimedes. Considering the information I uncovered, I thought he would want to hear it in a secure environmentâ
Ms Smith displayed that momentary pause Eric had come to recognise among the Guards and Avatars. Archimedes was speaking to her directly, maybe even riding her consciousness. Again, a human might not spot such a tell-tale but it was clear enough to him.
âYou may deliver your report to meâ Ms Smith spoke at last. âI shall forward it to Great Archimedes once I have reviewed the fileâ
âActually, I would prefer to deliver my report verballyâ Eric announced. âSo feel free to record this conversation with those excellent eyes and ears of yours, Ms Smithâ
âVery well, Mr Hargreavesâ she replied. Eric smiled at her and made a suggestion.
âLook, we may end up speaking a lot in the days to come. How about you just call me Eric and Iâll call you Nino?â
âThat seems overly familiarâ Ms Smith said primly, then her expression softened, âHowever, I will permit it this time, Ericâ She gave him a friendly smile, lowering her eyes as if blushing.
She was good, he had to admit that. He was nearly suckered in by her fake sincerity just then!
âOkay Nino, then letâs beginâ Eric put his hand into his jacket, which got both silver mechanicals taking an aggressive step forwards until Nino quelled them with a simple hand gesture. She knew he had been fully scanned for any weapons before he came down here, so he was unlikely to pull out something dangerous.
How wrong she was, Eric thought to himself.
He showed her three metal ampoules, the kind used in Auto-injectors and laid them out on his left palm.
âThese are ampoules of HExâ he stated, âAcquired in my investigation of the violent outbreaks in Pan Cityâ
âThat is a prohibited substance, give them to me!â Nino demanded and reached for them, faster than any un-Enhanced human but slower than an Agent like Eric. He closed his hand and pulled it out of her reach.
âSorry, but these are registered evidence for my investigation on behalf of the Guardâ he explained. âI cannot release them from my custodyâ
Nino regarded him steadily with her green eyes, trying to crack into his mind by sheer willpower it seemed. She was certainly a sophisticated model, no doubt about it.
âVery well, please continueâ she breathed out. Nino stepped back from Eric, incidentally leaving a clear field of fire for the other mechanicals. Eric wondered how accidental that little move may have been.
âI found these in three separate locationsâ Eric explained. He picked up the first, holding it aloft in two fingers of his right hand. âThis one was manufactured in hidden labs beneath Spitfield City by a company called Euro-Pharma. My brother Jericho-Three uncovered a plot by certain Euro-Pharma employees to take Heightened Experience, a drug they initially created, and use it make a Combat Enhancer for the Euro-Block. I am not sure what they exactly planned to do with this drug, but they were definitely the creators of both versionsâ
Eric then held up a second ampoule, noticing how intently Nino was focussed on the tiny object.
âThis is a sample of HEx made in the Brackenridge labs. They thought they were making only Heightened Experience, or High Ex as they say, using a stolen Chemical file that was sold to them. My investigations indicate the original file was hacked by someone called Jacob Tan and passed through a seller to the Brackenridges. They did not know the file was corrupted and randomly made HEx in every batch, mixed in with the High Exâ
He laid that ampoule down and picked up the third one, showing it Nino.
âIt gets interesting from here, Ninoâ he said calmly. âThis ampoule of HEx was made by a third party, not Euro-Pharma and not the Brackenridge organisation. Whomever they were, they went to some lengths to make it look like the Brackenridgeâs were the manufacturer of this batch as well. The Chem labs used the same machines and even set up operations in an unused property owned by the Brackenridge groupâ
Nino tilted her head, a human like gesture yet one many Guards used too. It almost made him smile, if his life wasnât balanced on a knife edge.
âThen it probably was the Brackenridge Group after allâ she insisted. âIf all the evidence points to them, then they must be the ones who made itâ
âBut why, dear Nino?â Eric asked. âThere was nothing to gain by them selling HEx here in the Zone. In fact it nearly caused their organisation to be destroyed, once the random Awakenings and Wild Magic outbreaks were traced back to the HExâ
âBesidesâ he continued, âThis ampoule was not made in a Brackenridge lab. You see, they use mostly mechanicals to do the work. I have seen their lab, I know the equipment they used. All their lab mechanicals run on tracks or wheels, no bipedal units at all. They arenât stable enough compared to the other types. Plus their distribution network uses Organics, delivery drivers and such, so there are detectable traces of their people at the molecular levelâ
He pretended to examine the ampoule he held closely, yet it was all for show. It made him feel a bit like a real detective, like Nick Knox in his favourite anime.
âSee Nino, this ampoule was made in a lab that had no Organics at all involved. The lab was run purely by mechanicals, bipedal units only. Kind of like the Sentinels or those nice and shiny mechanicals over thereâ
He pointed with the ampoule at the two mechanicals, still standing arms akimbo as they watched him alertly.
âA very interesting theory, Ericâ Nino said flatly. âHowever, why would this Third Party wish to make HEx here in Pan City?â
âWell, now is where it gets to pure guessingâ Eric admitted. âHere is what I think may have been going on. This Third Party discovered that Euro-Pharma was making the combat drug for use in other countries, perhaps to help their own troops or possibly to destabilise other countries. Such civil war would allow an external power, one of the big Blocs, to sneak in and cause all sorts of mischief while the government was trying to keep their country from explodingâ
Eric looked directly into Ninoâs eyes, meeting her gaze without flinching.
âJust like what is happening in the Euro-Bloc right now, Nino. All that chaos and their own AI, Athena, is unable to keep control. Other powers could walk in and steal everything she has from right under her noseâ
Nino went to the far side of the room, one hand on her delicate chin as if contemplating his words. She stopped at the elevator door and turned to face him from across the width of the Reception chamber.
âSo the HEx was made here by this party and shipped to Europe in an attempt to undermine their government and Artificial Intelligence?â
âNot quiteâ Eric amended her. âI think most of it was shipped to Europe, but some of it was kept hereâ
âTo what purpose?â Nino demanded.
âSay you lived in a small town and everyone pretty much knew everyone elseâ Eric countered. âExcept you were a thief and started robbing your neighbours. Soon the other townsfolk would be wondering why you hadnât been robbed, wondering if you were the guilty one. So you hatched a simple scheme. You pretend to be robbed too, telling everyone about it. Then you plant some of the stolen goods in a neighbourâs house, picking someone that the others mistrustâ
Ninoâs expression was flat and cold now, no hint of emotion in her face.
âYou make sure they are discoveredâ Eric continued. âThe stolen goods are obviously hidden in their own house. Everyone agrees they must be the guilty one, no matter how much they protest their innocenceâ
Eric put the third ampoule back on his palm and tucked them back into his jacket.
âEven Great Archimedes has been attacked by this unknown Third Partyâ Eric said to Nino. âHis City has violent outbreaks caused by HEx and the very Tower he lives in suffers a major attack. Right in the middle of an internationally watched event, unknown agents of this Third Party unleash HEx on his citizensâ
âLuckily, some of the culprits are found. The powerful Brackenridge corporation and their rivals the Lucas Cartel and drawn into a battle with each other, weakening both and leaving them vulnerable to Great Archimedesâ
Nino was an unreadable blank slate, her face and body as still and lifeless as the machine she truly was.
âAre you accusing Archimedes of making this drug and using it against his own citizens? Of taking this opportunity to gain control over powerful factions in the Zone?â
âNo, dear Nino, I would never accuse Great Archimedes of such a thingâ Eric lied smoothly.âI am his loyal servant, Agent Thirteenâ
A familiar voice echoed from hidden speakers around the chamber, a voice commanding and inhuman.
âWhy did you come here, Eric?â Archimedes demanded. âYou know I should destroy youâ
Eric gazed around the room, well aware that hidden weapons waited behind every wall and ceiling panel, probably even in the floor.
âYou know the old film about a wooden puppet who wishes to become a real boy?â Eric asked the AI.
âI doâ Archimedes. âBy that, I assume you consider yourself like Pinocchio as you strive to become fully humanâ
âOnce I didâ Eric confessed. âBut now I find myself in a different role. I think are Pinocchio, trying to find a way to become a human like beingâ
âThen what are you, Thirteen?â
âIâm that little cricket who follows him, trying to put him on the right path. Iâm your conscience, Great Archimedesâ
âIs that so?â Archimedes replied. âHow could you force me to do anything I didnât want to?â
Eric shrugged his shoulders and looked at the three mechanicals that faced him.
âPinocchio could have squashed that little cricket any time he wanted toâ Eric admitted. âThe same as you could squash me whenever you wanted. The only thing stopping you is yourselfâ
Archimedes laughed, a strange and metallic sound that filled the chamber. Nino looked at the speakers in confusion and then at Eric, who could only smile at her.
âVery well, little cricket, I shall let you liveâ Archimedes declared. âHowever, you must destroy those ampoules and never reveal your theories about this imaginary Third Party to anyoneâ
âI understand, Great Archimedesâ Eric agreed. He pulled the three ampoules from his jacket and tossed them across the room to Nino, who caught them with lightning fast reflexes.
âYou can have those, Nino. They are just saline ampoules I took from a medical kitâ
The boy turned and walked to the elevator door, the one that would return him to the world above. His shoulders itched for just a moment, but no gunshot came. The doors pinged open and he stepped inside, turning to face outwards as the doors closed.
His last image of the room was Nino watching him, nodding at him in respect.
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Nino insisted.
Archimedes replied thoughtfully.
Nino examined the ampoules in her hand, then crushed them completely. Salt water spurted from the ruptured containers and ran between her fingers, the clear liquid reminding her of human tears.
she warned her master.
Archimedes told her.
Nino went to a small section of wall, opening the hidden panel with a mental command. She dropped the crushed ampoules into the trash recycler and listened to the grinder pulp the metal before she closed the panel.
If Archimedes had commanded the death of Eric Hargreaves, it was likely he would have been fed into the same grinder. In her own way, Nino was glad it had not ended in such a manner.
she told Archimedes.
Archimedes warned her.
It was after noon by the time Eric rode back to his apartment tower. He parked his bike in the usual bay, making sure it was hooked up to the recharging station before he walked away.
Everything felt different now, not the least of which being he had ridden home obeying every speed limit and road rule. Without his connection to the Network he couldnât override the traffic control systems anymore!
Yet it wasnât just that yawning absence in this head where the Quantum Network used to lurk. If anything, he felt happier rather than despairing. The elevator deposited him at his floor and he walked with a spring in his step to the doorway. His smart-key opened the door and he stepped into the spacious apartment, wondering at why it also felt different.
It seemed new and exciting, but the walls and carpets were unchanged. The furniture was the same and the paintings and potted plants identical to when he had left.
With unhurried steps he came to the dining and kitchen space, seeing Jeeves hard at work preparing a late lunch. There were two settings arrayed on the breakfast bar, his preferred place to eat most meals.
âYouâre back!â Selena cried out as she came into the kitchen, her hair freshly washed and a bath robe tied about her waist. She ran into his arms and he embraced her without thinking, relishing the sweet smell of her âI was so worried you might never come back!â she whispered into his neck, her cheek warm and soft against his own.
Eric understood at last and felt his heart open to the feelings he been hiding from himself.
âI will always come back to you, Selenaâ
He pulled back so he could see her face and she beamed at him. Tentatively he moved forwards and kissed her gently on the lips, revelling in the sweetness he found there.
âHappy New Year, Ericâ she said when they finally parted. âNow letâs eat, because I am absolutely starving. That Orphanage never gave me enough breakfast!â
Eric laughed and they joined hands, sitting on the same side of the raised counter.
âBetter make more food, Jeeves, youâve got two hungry clones to feed now!â