Whatever is under the mask, even a seasoned team like this doesn’t want to see it. The Asset nods. “Amazing, isn’t it? Nobody can bring themselves to look. Only a freak can face a freak, right?”
He bends over the body again then plunges a hand down under the T-shirt at the back of the neck. “I was right, it is a full hood, stops just above the shoulders, I can feel the graphene trellis. Okay, I’m going to pull.”
He manipulates the material between a thumb and forefinger, as you would open a very thin plastic bag, then pinches something and starts to lift. The material is so fine as to be invisible at first, then as the light catches the dust and the Asset lifts farther, I cannot see but have to deduce a transparent sheet so thin it is two-dimensional, rising from the face. It is also very strong. He is holding the amazing material in a fist and pulling until some of the perp’s face has gone, but it is not possible to tell what lies underneath. The mask is stuck. Now I have some idea what to expect, and so do the others. We all move back as the Asset pulls harder. It will not come away, though, because the material is trapped under ears and eye sockets.
“Those will be artificial organs,” one of the team says. “You could probably pull them up with the mask. That graphene isn’t going to break, that’s for sure.”
The Asset pulls still harder, things pop. Now the mask is a tiny crumpled piece of material mixed up with two ears and two eyes embedded in it.
What lies underneath? R, you don’t want to know, really you don’t.
Okay, you do, but it’s hard to describe. If it were simply animal, it would be easier. If I could report to you that the new artificial humans are some godforsaken splicing of ape and man, with an ape head and long hairy arms and a British accent, etcetera, it would be easier for you to deal with. What we have, though, is definitely not animal. And it’s not human either. Neither is it a space alien. With a huge domed fishlike forehead, two high-tech cables for eyes and another two for ears, a thin face, cruel mouth, and a set of teeth like a baboon’s…No, R, I simply cannot do justice to it, because to describe the surface is to miss the point. When you look at it, you experience a feeling deep in your gut that the Neanderthals must have felt when they first set eyes on Homo sapiens: This hideous thing is smarter and more ruthless than us. This thing is taking over. There goes the neighborhood.
I must have started to talk to myself or mumble out of shock, because the rest of the team has stopped to look at me.
“It’s okay,” Dr. Pink says. “I was like that the first time.”
“Our whole species suffers from hubris because we have no experience of creatures mentally superior to ourselves. This is the beginning of payback,” Dr. White says.
“Imagine how a dog feels, having to live in a world full of humans with superior cunning and intellect who keep tricking and fooling and exploiting and tormenting it. Well, that’s how humans are going to feel when this thing takes off. When the artificial intelligence becomes self-evolving and independent of us.”
“Accelerated learning enhancement? ALE has taken off already,” the Asset says, and everyone falls silent. “And by the way, you wouldn’t want me to remove my mask, would you?” He checks his watch. “Three minutes to go.”
Three minutes later the team has rolled the cadaver up and four men are lifting the tarp exactly at the moment a battered black Toyota Carryboy screeches to a halt outside. The six-foot roll is placed carefully in the back, the rear door closed and locked, the car squeals away-and I’m alone at the crime scene, which has been cleaned and tidied. Even the Asset has silently disappeared. I step out onto the marketplace and understand without a shadow of doubt that sometime over the past decade the world changed radically forever-but the event was top secret and may be classified for the next fifty years.
When I take out my phone I see it is three zero-five a.m. There is only one person I know who might just be awake at this time. But I don’t much care if she’s awake or not, I need to call her anyway. I press the autodial button and let it ring. She answers after about three minutes. I tell her what has happened.
“There in ten,” she says and hangs up.
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The streets are pretty much empty except for a predawn garbage truck and some drunks in an alley with a flashlight. It takes Krom no more than ten minutes, as she promised, and now here she is in her own battered little white two-door. She has pulled on a pair of shorts and T-shirt. Close up in the front passenger seat I become aware of how muscular her legs are. They are elegant enough, but firm, like an athlete’s. She lets a couple of beats pass until we are half a mile away from the market area.
“So, you saw an HZ-a humanzee? I’m jealous.” I stare out of the window, watching the silent city go by, working my jaw. “Is it true that they’re too ugly to look at?”
“Yes,” I say.
“But is that because, you know, we’re just not used to seeing that kind of being?”
“The opposite. We’ve all seen them before, in our worst nightmares-something tells you: this is the future you’ve been running from all your life.”
“Tell me more, tell me everything.”
“You tell me everything,” I say. “It’s time. You know a lot more than me. What is that creature? Who is that creature? How is that creature? Why is that creature? And why did you refer to the Asset as Messiah when you spoke to the FBI?”
“I’ve been promoted. Thanks to you. In the top circle we refer to the Asset that way. It’s the protocol. You’ll see.”
She flashes me a glance while she changes gear at an intersection. The glance resembles the way a woman might take a quick look at a cake baking in an oven, to see if it’s done yet. “Okay,” she says. “Okay. But you must have guessed most of it.”
We have come to a set of red lights. Stopping is optional at this time of night, especially for cops, but she brakes anyway, her hands resting on the steering wheel. “The new technology is not expected to change the way wars are fought. In the future, security will mean controlling and suppressing the have-nots of a global economic system that has collapsed. For that you need transhumans: THs. According to all the experts, that is the most economic and probably the only way of doing the job. A TH can wait like a sleeper until needed, collecting information on neighbors, friends, and employers, then use his or her special skills in conjunction with conventional security services when revolutions start. A TH has no loyalty to any normal human because a TH is a superior order of life. In a riot one trans could hold off as many as ten rioters indefinitely, but it’s exponential. Ten THs could hold off not a hundred but a thousand, by acting in perfect coordination. The problem all along was how to inject enough ferocity in the product without having a rogue mutant on your hands. It became a problem of personality.” She flashes me a look. “Which is kind of funny, if you think about it.”
“Why?”
“Because from the military point of view, the personality is one of those little vanities that only nonmilitary wimps worry about. That’s what threw them fifty years ago in Vietnam. It’s what drove Goldman crazy and the reason why he teamed up with Dr. Christmas Bride. You’ve guessed that, right?”
“Through a glass darkly.”
“So Goldman took the children of those spaced-out vets who were born at the camp. But he screwed up. That’s one of the things most freaked Richard Helms, who was running the CIA at the time: records of disastrous interventions with children. No wonder he blatantly destroyed the files right in the middle of the inquiry. Dr. Bride’s point was that the human personality is the product of a hundred thousand years of evolution based on archetypes: what our forefathers called gods. Although we like to be cynical about it, those dead deities are actually very important to our functioning, like enzymes in digestion. We simply don’t want to be a part of the world if we can’t dream about transcending it. What he gave to those kids was the transcendent. And it worked. You’ve met the Asset. For many in the transhuman community he is the most accomplished, advanced being on the planet.”