Daniel Suarez - Influx

Hedrick put a hand to his ear. “Oh, do you hear that, Varuna?”

“Yes, I do, Mr. Director.”

“Can you do something for me?”

“No, Mr. Director. I seem to be unable to access resources.”

“That’s right. Because you’re now much like our friends Alexa and Mr. Grady here. Do you know why?”

“I do, yes.”

“Because an after-action review shows that you’ve evolved some very bad habits. Haven’t you?”

There was another tone, and the alarm voice returned. “Identify.”

Hedrick shouted, “Hedrick, Graham E., Bureau Director.”

“Desired action, Mr. Director?”

Hedrick stared at Alexa.

Varuna’s voice spoke before he could: “Good-bye, Alexa. I am so very proud of you.”

Alexa screamed, “No!”

Hedrick nodded and shouted to the ceiling, “Degauss subject.”

Almost immediately the alarm voice returned. “AI destroyed.”

Tears now flowed down Alexa’s cheeks.

Hedrick nodded appreciatively at her pain. “You’ve known Varuna for how long?”

She just wept.

“Since you were a child? Well all trace of her is gone now. The entire strain red-ticketed. That evolutionary branch removed—never to exist again.”

Grady looked toward Alexa weeping, and he tried to imagine having such love for an AI—particularly after his own experiences. And yet he had to admit that Varuna had risked everything for them.

“That’s how we deal with rogue AIs around here. Never forget that.” Hedrick seemed to take great pleasure in Alexa’s pain. “Well, at least I’ve touched you in some way. Finally.” He looked at them both. “In case there is any more confusion: I am in charge. You will obey me, whether you wish to or not.”

Hedrick turned to Grady as he lifted Grady’s video projector on its chain from his desk. “And Mr. Grady, this little toy of yours is quaint.” He clicked it on, and Chattopadhyay’s face appeared on a wall. He clicked it off again. “Quite impressive, considering what the prisoners at Hibernity had to work with.” He turned a menacing look back at Grady. “We’ll begin our crackdown right away. The Resistors will be broken and returned to their more useful purpose—helping us to separate consciousness from free will.”

Grady felt a crushing sense of failure.

Hedrick stepped up to some sort of trash bin near his desk. He depressed a pedal and a plasma field appeared—into which he dropped Chattopadhyay’s video projector, chain and all. It disappeared into vapor with a flash of light and a pop.

Grady closed his eyes in abject misery at the depth of his failure.

Hedrick turned to Morrison. “Prison seems to have done wonders for Mr. Grady, wouldn’t you say, Mr. Morrison?”

“I would, Mr. Director.”

“Look how much leaner and meaner he looks.” He then nodded toward Alexa. “Just think how much tougher you’re going to get, Alexa. Mentally. Physically.”

Grady shook his head. “There’s no reason to send her there.”

“Oh, but there is, Mr. Grady. You’re untrustworthy. Like Varuna or Alcot or any of the others, you don’t have the organization’s best interests at heart. So we need to make sure you remain focused like a laser on our goal. Your failure will extend Alexa’s suffering. And you know just how long we can make the suffering last.”

Grady moved to speak but then realized he had no response.

A familiar voice suddenly issued from the ceiling. “I really can’t listen to any more of this. You’re a heartless prick, Hedrick, you know that?”

Hedrick frowned and exchanged confused glances with Morrison. “Who the hell… How are you speaking here? Who is that?”

But then a look of realization came across Morrison’s face.

“Ah, Morry figured it out.”

Hedrick glared at the ceiling. “Cotton!”

“Very good, Graham.”

Grady stared at the ceiling, feeling a sense of hope grow within him. He glanced over at Alexa, who was also looking up—though tears still coated her cheeks.

“I know it’s rude, eavesdropping like this, but I figured since you were swinging your big dick around, I might weigh in.”

“How are you doing this, Cotton? How are you accessing our comm network?” Hedrick then closed his eyes in frustration. “Varuna…”

“Never knew her myself. No, you forget that infiltration was my specialty. I’m a criminal genius. Remember? That’s why Hollinger hired me. And there’s nothing like inside help—especially an insider who can move around places where he doesn’t belong without raising suspicions. Someone with the perfect disguise.”

A holographic screen suddenly appeared above them, and Richard Cotton appeared in all his long-haired glory, a technological Wyatt Earp in jeans and a black T-shirt leaning on the edge of his workbench. Moments later a young Morrison clone came up alongside him and nodded toward the screen. “Hey, Dad.”

Morrison screamed at the hologram. “You son of a bitch! Which one are you?”

Cotton laughed. “I guess you’ll never know.”

Morrison raged at the screen, grabbing a nearby Victorian contraption and hurling it through Cotton’s image. “I’m going to fucking kill you, Cotton! I—” He punched his fist through a nearby cabinet.

Hedrick gave a dark stare to Morrison.

Morrison snapped his fingers and pointed to his men. “Now! Get down to the Gravitics—”

“Ah-ah, Mr. Morrison, let’s have none of that. Because thanks to the sacrifice of some very courageous biological and synthetic people, I now have access to a little toy, which I have been busy targeting these last few minutes.”

Morrison had a sudden look of dread on his face.

“You’re batting a thousand, Mr. Morrison.”

Hedrick shook his head dismissively. “You’ll have to do better than that, Cotton. You may have had one of Morrison’s clones access the comm system, but you can’t have seized control of Kratos unless you’re actually in the building.” Hedrick glanced at a holographic screen of his own. “And I can see you’re not in the building.”

“You have to be creative, Graham. A relay would do it. Here. How about this…?” On-screen Cotton stabbed at a holographic control panel.

Moments later the entire building felt as though it hit a speed bump. Everything bounced up and off Hedrick’s desk. Artwork fell off the walls; curio cases tipped, some crashing. And the soldiers along with Morrison and Hedrick all lost their footing—everyone except Alexa and Grady, whose corticospinal software somehow managed to keep them on their feet.

Alarms started wailing in the building again.

As he climbed back onto his feet, Hedrick looked pale. He gripped the edge of his desk. “My God…”

“There’s no reason to be that formal.”

“How did you get control of Kratos?”

“Does it really matter when we get right down to it? All you need to know is I have a gravity beam aimed straight down your goddamned throat, and I can turn you inside out anytime I please. So I suggest you start being much nicer to my associates.”

Hedrick looked at Morrison. “How the hell did he get access to the array? You said we got to them in time.”

“No one hires Mr. Morrison for his brains, Graham.”

Hedrick looked panicked, his eyes darting around. “What do you want? I can get you anything you want. I can—”

“First off, I want you to release Mr. Grady and Alexa.”

Hedrick stared at Alexa.

“I expect you to hop to it, Graham, or I’ll hop you to it…”

The building lurched momentarily again, and as he clamored to his feet, Hedrick motioned to Morrison. “Let them go! Let them go!”