What a great curiosity they must have! I imagined the frustration of an intelligent, technological race, stuck down upon a gas giant with an impenetrable atmosphere. They had probably never known what was up there, beyond their dense skies. They would have never known there were stars and other worlds. They’d probably barely understood they were circling a sun. The atmosphere of such planets was so dense. No technology I knew of would be able to gaze up through it.
In fact, the more I thought about it, the more these answers the Alamo had given me made sense. Nothing aboard the Alamo was built for a sighted creature. What use would a window be on the surface of a gas giant? On Jupiter, there would be little light or visibility. It would be like living in a permanent, thick fog, or at the bottom of an oceanic trench. On Earth, the creatures we’d found in such environments were quite blind. So, the beings that had built this ship hadn’t built windows or view screens into it. Such equipment would never have occurred to them. Still, they had to have some way of sensing a three-dimensional environment. The Nano ship certainly did. Maybe they used sonar, like bats or dolphins. Or perhaps they used a radiation sensor, such as the heat-sensing organs of snakes.
Sandra showed up sometime during the following minutes as I pondered the strange beings who had built the Nanos. I sat there, staring at my computer and periodically marveling at the walls around me. Somehow, knowing just a little about the aliens that had built the ship made it seem all the more impressive. I saw their ship in a new light. I hated them less too, for having indirectly killed my kids. Maybe they had sent out these ships with the best of intentions, but the robotic nanites had executed their programming in a typically merciless way.
“You’re awake,” she said, giving me a light kiss.
I blinked, staring at nothing. In my mind, I saw creatures on dark, clouded worlds. Were they floating gas-bags? Or maybe dense flatworms that crawled upon the surface?
“Hmph,” said Sandra, miffed.
“Sorry,” I said.
“What has you so entranced?”
“You do.”
“Liar.”
I told her about the talks I’d had with the Alamo. I described the method I’d used to trick information out of the ship by asking questions it hadn’t been programmed to refuse. She seemed alarmed that I would discuss my trickery so openly while the ship was listening.
“I assure you, it won’t matter. This ship isn’t a person. It is an artificial intelligence. And it isn’t really that bright. It can do what it can do, but it isn’t a fast learner.”
“I’ll take your word for it. But it had better not be plotting to dump us out for espionage or something.”
I described the beings who had built the Alamo, and she was as intrigued as I was about them.
“They live under crushing gravity?” she asked. “How can they survive? What do they eat?”
“I have no idea. I didn’t think anything could live on such worlds. But we have discovered life in nooks and crannies around Earth where no one expected to find anything.”
“They are afraid of the Macros,” she said, with sudden conviction.
“Why do you say that?”
“Because they’ve worked hard to hide their homeworld from everyone. And they sent out these ships to find people to help them fight. They must have surveyed a lot of worlds, and when they ran into the Macros, they changed the mission to one of marshaling armies with their science vessels. Maybe, back home, they are secretly building battle fleets now.”
I thought about that. “You have a good point. If they had known about the Macros when they launched these ships, they would have built warships and sent them instead. What we are sitting in is a converted science vessel. That’s why it takes twenty of them to face a single Macro ship.”
“What should we call them?” she asked.
“Who?”
“These people who created the Nanos. You figured out they exist. You get to name them.”
I chuckled. “Well…” I said, thinking about names describing worm-like blind things. None of them were attractive or catchy. “I’ll call them the Blues.”
“Are they blue?”
“No.”
“Why that then?”
I told her about the blue men in my dream, and how they had inspired me to hack the ship’s defenses and trick it into talking about the subject.
“Okay,” she said, being agreeable for once. “From now, they are the Blues. And I’ve thought of something else. I bet the Blues have been studying Earth for years.”
“How do you know that?”
“Haven’t you ever seen one of those bullshit shows about alien abductions and stuff? What would you call what happened to us, other than an alien abduction?”
“That doesn’t prove the Blues have been here very long, but I think you are right in any case.”
She smiled and crawled onto the couch with me. She liked being told she was right.
“Go on,” she said.
I smiled back. “You’re right, because the Blues couldn’t have learned so much about us if this was their first visit. I mean, the Alamo can speak English. Assumedly, it can speak a dozen other languages as well. And it knows enough about our anatomy to repair our flesh and inject nanites that fix us, not kill us. All of that knowledge doesn’t develop overnight. They must have been here for years, just as you say.”
“I like when you do smart things,” she told me. She was even closer now.
“You are a thinker too. I like that about you.”
“Now you’re flattering me.”
“Is it working?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
We began kissing. I half-expected Crow to call and announce he had elevated himself to the rank of Grand Marshal, or perhaps even Prime Minister. But he didn’t.
-28-
After relaying everything I had gotten from the Alamo about the Blues to the Pentagon people, I thought for a second and sent an email to the UN Secretary as well. Maybe I’m paranoid, but the point of critical information was, in my mind, to share it. I wasn’t completely certain the US military would do so.
Next came my biggest task. I’d promised to create a force that could stand up to the Macros. That took all my time. As it turned out, the injections were the easiest part to supply. All the Nanos had to do was reproduce themselves in quantity. They were good at this and were able to do it quickly. The hard part was developing a new, more powerful reactor and hand-held laser rifle. In Nano-speak, these were macro pieces of equipment and took much longer and more specialized materials to fabricate.
I went down to Andros Island to do the design work. The first thing I had to figure out was how big of a reactor and projector unit a nanite-enhanced man like myself could handle. The climate was similar enough to the Amazon jungle. The guys from the Pentagon were footing the bill for this whole thing, so they sent down a lot of spooks, medical people and uniforms to ‘help’ me. I was startled to see they had a full platoon of each variety of these ‘helpers’. There was a full company from the Army Corps of Engineers as well. This last group didn’t smile much, but they were the most useful. They got things done. I couldn’t very well say no to the rest of them, as I needed government resources.
We used my body as a model for our future super-soldier. How much could I carry and still run quickly? It turned out to be a surprising amount. First, the engineers harnessed me up with a huge, double-thick backpack. Made of their very ugliest, camo-green fabric, it had leather straps sewn around it for support and heavy stitching over every inch. They filled it to the brim with wet sand, a load of well over three hundred kilos.