I think so. Since I can’t read the others, I have no basis for comparison. They’re not like you.
“How so?”
Their minds are howling storms. Even before they learn language, their minds are always churning. If these are the minds of defenders with a crucial neurotransmitter added, I can’t imagine what the others’ minds are like.
80
Kai Zhou
January 8, 2048. Washington, D.C.
Erik leaned forward in his chair, looked past Lila, over at Kai for the third or fourth time. Kai suspected Erik was looking for signs that Kai was pleased about the Luyten attacks. Short of giggling and pumping his fist in the air, Kai couldn’t imagine what it would take for Erik to pick up on Kai’s feelings. Kai was taking no chances, though; he was wearing his best damned poker face.
“I hope you appreciate my allowing you to watch this,” Erik said to them. “I’m not supposed to.”
“Oh, we do appreciate it,” Lila said. Kai piped in with an enthusiastic grunt. If only Erik knew who he was sharing the defenders-only news with. Not that this was all new information—the Luyten kept them updated.
On TV they were showing a satellite image of six or seven Luyten dragging two stunned defenders out of a high-speed locomotive that was lying on its side. The Luyten had blown the track moments earlier, sending the train spilling across the desert sand in sub-Saharan Africa. Looking down from above, Kai couldn’t make out how the Luyten were killing the defenders, but it was clear they were. The stolidly toned news commentator explained that the train had been carrying portable rocket launchers, Tasmanian devils, and other small arms, which were now in the hands of rogue Luyten.
“We were wrong, to let the Luyten live,” Erik said. “We should have executed them all. Plans are being set in place to do just that. Humans can just as easily perform the tasks Luyten do.”
Why bother with two species of slaves, when one will suffice? Erik’s logic was impeccable. Kai couldn’t wait to see Erik’s expression when the real uprising began, when humans and Luyten fought together.
The defenders would go berserk. He hoped the human population wouldn’t lose its nerve.
Erik glanced over at him again, and Kai had a moment of clear, almost prophetic insight: When the uprising began, the first thing Erik would do was hunt Kai down and kill him. The only way Kai could prevent it was if he killed Erik first. The realization knocked the wind out of him.
It wouldn’t be easy; Kai wasn’t going to beat Erik in a shootout. He would have to come up with something Erik would never expect.
81
Lila Easterlin
January 10, 2048. Washington, D.C.
“These in-person meetings are getting too dangerous,” Oliver said. Like everyone there, he was wearing black and silver, the defenders’ colors. The Luyten were taking the brunt of the defenders’ rage, but the defenders were tense, and they were quicker to kill humans as well. Not that there was much evidence that wearing their colors improved your chances of surviving, if you crossed paths with a particularly cranky defender.
“Maybe from now on we should only communicate remotely, through Five,” Dominique said.
As if on cue, Five galloped out of the woods. Lila felt a surge of something like affection. She tried to tamp it down, but couldn’t. It was hard to remain suspicious of someone (or some thing) when your life was in its hands (or appendages), and vice versa. Maybe that was part of their plan, to lull the human race with the warmth of camaraderie.
Or maybe she should get over it, and stop being so suspicious.
It was astonishing to think this was really happening. People and Luyten were going to be fighting, and dying, side by side.
We’re recruiting more humans for leadership positions every day, Five said. As we launch new attacks, we’re able to gauge people’s reactions, and identify those who not only approve of the attacks, but wish they could take part in them.
“Not everyone approves of the attacks?” Oliver asked.
Oh, no. Some are afraid the defenders’ retaliation will spread to humans. Others are working for the defenders—they’re only interested in ingratiating themselves by feeding the defenders information.
“If you know who those people are, shouldn’t we be doing something about them?” Kai asked.
“Like what?” Lila asked. She didn’t like the implications of the question.
I’m glad you brought that up, Five said. Do you want us to supply names?
“Hang on,” Lila said. “Why would we want their names?”
“Because they have to be killed,” Kai said.
After all this time, she realized, Kai still felt some sort of connection with Five. Both of them did—father and son. The Luyten had been right, to move heaven and Earth to get Five here in person.
Lila looked from Kai to Five, and back again. As Kai followed her gaze, his stolid expression turned dark, almost accusatory. Lila had a moment of wondering if Kai knew her so well he knew what she was thinking, or if Five had plucked it out of her mind and passed it on to Kai. That was the thing about having a Luyten present—you couldn’t help but feel paranoid.
“Let me get this straight,” Lila said. “We’re going to kill people—humans—because aliens tell us they’re spies?”
“We’re all in, Lila,” Kai said. “If we can’t trust the Luyten, well, we’re fucked. We’ve already crossed that bridge.”
“So we’re just going to off people? What are we going to do, slip into their houses when they’re asleep and cut their throats, trying our best not to wake their kids? Lure them into alleys and beat their skulls in with steel pipes?” She looked at Oliver, Kai, and Dominique. “Who’s going to do this? Us?”
We can identify former Special Forces, CIA operatives, army snipers, and provide assignments directly to them. Most will want contact with some sort of human leadership first, to make sure our authority is legitimate.
“And we’re the human leadership?” Lila said. She brushed her hair out of her face. “Is no one else getting uncomfortable with this?”
“We’re all uncomfortable with it,” Dominique said. “None of us wants to decide who lives and who dies.”
“But when push comes to shove, you will.”
Dominique didn’t answer.
“While we’re on the topic of leadership,” Oliver said, “I think I should point out that Dominique is the highest-ranking government official involved in this action. I’d like to suggest we officially acknowledge that, ultimately, she’s in charge.”
Dominique raised both of her hands. “Whoa, hold on. Don’t put that on me. Four voices, four votes.”
“What happens in the event of a tie?” Oliver asked.
“We talk it out.”
Lila nodded agreement. “Can we vote on this assassination idea?”
“Yes,” Dominique said, her voice clipped. “All in favor of authorizing the assassination of known human traitors?”
Everyone but Lila raised a hand.
For the record, most of us are in favor as well, Five said, although we won’t personally kill humans under any circumstances, for obvious reasons.
Somehow Lila didn’t find that reassuring.
We’re planning to escalate the attacks tomorrow. We’re going to hit armories where at least one altered defender is stationed.