Robin Wasserman - Shattered

“Again!” Mika shouted, saving me from choice, and the hand smashed down, touching off another explosion of light and pain behind my eyes, and this time I think I screamed, although it was impossible to hear anything, not with the thunder in my head.

And then it drifted away, and I was still on my feet.

“Seems like someone didn’t do his homework,” I taunted Mika, slowly inching away from him as a plan—a crazed, stupid plan—began to coalesce. “We can do this all day, but I should probably mention that my skull’s made out of a reinforced titanium alloy. It can survive five hundred g of impact. You’re strong, but I’m guessing not that strong.” I had the back of the chair in my grip. A rickety piece of junk that wouldn’t stop them from coming at me again, but—I stole a glance at the wall of windows, already spiderwebbed with cracks—might just get the job done. If I had the nerve.

“Mika?” the guy said. I could see why he kept his mouth shut—his voice was about three octaves higher than any self-respecting muscle-bound thug would want it to be.

“You’re not scared?” Mika said, looking at me like I was his science project.

“Of what?” I tried to laugh. “You want to kill me? Good luck.”

“It’s true,” said the first muscleman, he of the lower voice and higher fear factor. “I saw it on the vids. You knock one off, they just download it into a new body.”

Mika glared at him. “Who cares?” he asked. “You know that’s not why we’re here.”

“Gray promised Riley we could stay here, safe ,” I reminded him, and tightened my grip on the chair. Any second, they could come at me again. Just do it, I told myself. Do it. “You want to piss them off?”

“Riley’s not here,” Mika said. “And Gray’s an idiot.”

I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Gray’s the idiot.”

“Just finish this!” Mike shouted at his goons, my cue that it was now or never. As the ’roiders lurched toward me, I hoisted the chair, whirled around, slammed it through the window, didn’t flinch from the explosion of glass. Instead I ran into the storm of razor-edged crystals, into it and through it and past it, jagged glass carving my palms as I grabbed the frame and threw myself, without pausing, without thinking, without fear, into the sky.

Life is a physics problem. Bodies in motion. Bodies in free fall, at a constant rate of acceleration, gravity dragging them down and down and down.

Thirty-two point two feet per second per second, down.

Sixteen stories between jagged glass and stained pavement.

Three seconds. Three seconds to live—if you’re an org.

If you’re a mech, three seconds to decide.

Headfirst, brain crushed on concrete, life downloaded to something new and fresh and far away.

Feetfirst and there was a chance.

In the dark there was no ground, no building, just the wind, just the clock, seconds ticking down. My body had no org instincts, no reflexes to act on. There was only thought put into action. There was only what I knew.

Two seconds.

I knew a lot: You learn how to fly, you learn how to fall.

Relax , I thought, angling my body, head up, feet down. Muscles loose. Toes gently pointed, knees bent. Relax.

One second.

Tense up, and the impact would jolt through rigid muscles, straight to the energy converter in my chest, the computer in my head. The wind was thunder, the ground was coming, my brain was raging, but my body obeyed. Relaxed. Prepared.

The ground slammed into me with shattering force, sending a shock wave that blazed up my spine. It felt like my bones were liquefying. It felt like being crushed to an infinite point. But I ignored the feeling, focused on the act. On letting the fall drag me into a roll, my arms tucked under my legs, my head to my chest. Down and then up again, bouncing like a child’s ball, arms covering my head, elbows arrowed forward, knees tucked. Protect the soft spots. Twist hips to the right, shift body, land sideways, another explosion, radiating from head to toe, roll over, and over, just let it happen.

Until it ends.

I was on the ground. Arms worked. Legs moved. I twisted my head, gently, from side to side. Everything intact. And I was still thinking, I was still I , so the brain was safe. Which meant my chance to throw this body away and escape to the safety of a storage computer, a new download and a new machine, had slipped past, and somewhere up there, Mika and his thugs were on their way.

This is wrong, I thought, slowly, gingerly testing the arms, then the legs, pushing myself upright. Jumping out a window shouldn’t make you feel more alive.

On my feet, I spared only a second to look up at the path I’d fallen, tracing the line of the building, searching for the broken window, but the tower was too tall, the night too dark. And they would be coming for me.

Everything looked different in the dark. Thanks to Jude, I could see in infrared, but there was nothing to see but towers and shadows. The dim red glow of the sky was enough for that. I didn’t need to see where I was going—I needed to know where to go, and without Riley, there was no hope of that.

“What the hell is going on?”I VM’d Riley, half expecting that the network jammers would jam this too.

“Lia?”His voice sounded so close and so calm. Too calm. He didn’t know.

Or that’s what he wants me to believe, I thought.

“Lia, where are you? What’s wrong?”

If I told him where I was, and he was a part of it…

“You need to get out of there, now,”I VM’d. “Your friend Mika’s crazy. I’m—”I trusted him. Even if I shouldn’t, I trusted him. “I’m outside. They’re coming. Which way should I go?”

He didn’t hesitate. “West six blocks, then turn right, go another ten blocks, and there’s a vacant lot behind the tower. Lots of broken-down cars. Pick one, get in, wait for me. I’ll be—”

“You’ll be what?”

Nothing.

“Riley? Riley!”

But he was gone.

Three figures emerged from the tower, and I ran. West, like he’d said, pounded down the street, silently as I could, but the streets were abandoned after dark, and I was like a neon target in the empty city, and they gave chase. I kept to the edges of the sidewalk, trying to disappear into the shadows cast by the towers, then veered to the right and darted into an alleyway. The narrow dead-end passage was lined with piles of trash, and I squeezed between two of them, frozen. I could hear them out there, pacing the streets, calling for reinforcements.

“Maybe she went down there,” someone said. “No way I’m following.”

“The tunnels?” Mika’s voice. “Bitch can’t be that stupid.”

I waited for them to give up. They would have to eventually, and I would find my way home. I’d navigated the city at night before, for fun, for a game , and I could do it again. Even if this time I had no light, no pack of daredevil mechs at my back. I could do this alone.

Then: White eyes in the darkness.

“I saw you jump.” A small voice. Young.

“Shhh!” I hissed. He crept closer. It was a kid about half my height, harmless. Except that with one shout, he could send us both to hell. “Please.”

“They’re looking for you,” he whispered.

“Hide and seek,” I said desperately. Kids hated me. All of them. Even when I was an org. I knew how this would end. “So let’s hide.”

“Gimme your shoes.” He pulled back his lips like he was baring fangs, but there were more gaps than teeth.

“What?”