Simon Hawke - Hellfire Rebellion

“No, I just happened to be passing through this century and I thought I’d stop by for a drink,” said Darkness, sarcastically Delaney held a glass of wine out to him and Darkness negligently reached for it. His hand passed right through it. Delaney almost dropped the glass. Darkness frowned and grunted with annoyance. He reached for the glass again, this time more deliberately, and succeeded in taking it from Delaney’s hand.

“It’s getting much worse, isn’t it?” said Lucas.

“Well, it isn’t getting any better,” Darkness said, “How about you? Any problems?”

“So far, so good,” said Lucas.

“Taken any unscheduled trips lately?” Darkness asked. Lucas grimaced. “Not lately, no. I try not to allow myself to have any stray thoughts about specific times and places. I do my best to keep my mind on the here and now, wherever the here and now might be.”

“Don’t you find that a bit of a strain?” asked Darkness.

“It was a hell of a strain at first, but it seems to be getting easier. I guess my concentration is improving.”

“What about when you go to bed at night? Don’t you find your mind wandering? Do you have nightmares?”

“I meditate,” said Lucas. “I try to focus my mind. Like I said, it seems to be getting eater. I haven’t had any nightmares for a while. At least, none I can remember. And I keep waking up in the same place, which seems rather encouraging.”

“Yes, it certainly does,” said Darkness. “Perhaps you’re finally getting used to it. On the other hand, perhaps its because you’re exercising greater mental discipline. One would think that would go by the boards when you fell asleep.. unless you’re conditioning yourself with some sort of auto-suggestion through your meditation.” He frowned, it would be just like you to find a way to screw up the field testing by exercising greater self-control.”

“Well, excuse me all to hell,” said Lucas, sourly.

“You’re missing the point. Priest,” Darkness said. “While it is certainly laudable that you’re working to improve your already considerable powers of concentration, it is nevertheless not the object of this exercise.” “Oh, it’s an exercise?” said Lucas. “Forgive me. I thought we were talking about my life here.”

“Which. I will remind you, I had gone to particular trouble to preserve,” said Darkness. “The point is that an infant does not learn to walk by using various objects to steady itself. At some point, it has to let go and fall down a few times.”

“Yeah, well, if I should happen to ‘fall down,’ as you put it,” Lucas said, “I’ll wind up in some other time period, possibly in a highly unpleasant situation. And in case it’s escaped your notice, we’re on a mission here. I don’t exactly have the time for any side trips.”

“Your mission here is only of secondary importance,” Darkness said. “The telempathic temporal transponder will revolutionize time travel, but the field testing has to be completed first. That is the primary consideration, above everything else.”

“To you, maybe,” Lucas said. “To me, the primary consideration is staying in control. One slip and I’m liable to pop off to some other century. You have any idea what it’s like having to live with that?”

“As a matter of fact, I do.” said Darkness. “I have to live with the fact that I may discorporate at any time and cease to exist… or exist everywhere at once. Becoming some sort of cosmic phenomenon was never my ambition. Priest, but it was the price I had to pay in order to perfect the device I’ve given you.”

“Well, forgive me if I’m not suitably grateful.” Lucas said, “but I never asked to be your guinea pig.”

“I don’t expect your thanks,” said Darkness.

“My thanks? For what? For playing God with my life?” Lucas snorted. “Christ, Darkness, your arrogance is simply unbelievable!”

“Arrogance?” said Darkness. “Mine is the greatest scientific mind in the history of temporal physics. That isn’t arrogance, it simply happens to be the truth. And there have been many times when I’ve wished it were not so. It’s an awesome burden. I must find a way to overcome the confluence phenomenon because. indirectly, it was my work that brought it about. In the meantime, it’s imperative to prevent the occurrence of a timestream split, because that could bring about a chain reaction of temporal disasters that nothing could overcome. The telempathic transponder is a vital element to maintaining the integrity of the timeline and you’re the key to its success. Your personal concerns are insignificant compared to that responsibility. I can’t afford to be concerned with individual sensitivities, Priest. There’s far too much at stake. The instability in the timestream is increasing because of the confluence phenomenon. We must

try to buy some time… before we literally run out of it.”

Lucas sighed. “All right. What do you want me to do?”

“Let go.” said Darkness. “Stop fighting it. You won’t be able to keep it up anyway. Sooner or later, you’re bound to succumb to the strain. The transponder is designed to function on conscious thought. You have to become adapted to it just as an infant must learn how to walk. Eventually, you should be able to control it as easily as you control your appendages. But you have to give yourself a chance to become accustomed to it. In order to learn how to exercise proper control, you must first take the risk of losing it.”

“And what happens if I lose it and translocate to some other time period right in the middle of a crisis, when my partners need me?” Lucas said.

“It’s a risk you’ll simply have to take.” Darkness replied. “If you can keep your head about you and refrain from panic, you should be able to return just as quickly. That’s the advantage of the telempathic transponder. You don’t have to waste time programming transition coordinates. It’s all designed into its particle-level chronicircuitry. Your thought triggers the process and the desired transition coordinates are automatically computed and selected. Don’t be afraid of it, Priest. Give it a chance to serve you.”

“And what if it induces molecular instability?” asked Lucas.

“Highly unlikely.” Darkness said. “I believe I’ve solved that flaw in the process.”

“You beleive?” said Lucas. You mean you don’t know for sure?”

“I’m a scientist. Priest. I can never know anything for sure. What do you want, guarantees? There aren’t any in life.”

“Or in death, it seems,” said Lucas.

“I would strongly suggest that you stop agonizing over the metaphysical implications of your existence.” Darkness said. “Concentrate on what you know and leave eschatological questions to philosophers. Otherwise you’ll only give yourself an ulcer. My regards to Miss Crass.”

He disappeared.

“That man is a stone lunatic.” said Lucas. “Maybe.” said Delaney. “But like it or not, he also happens to be right. He does have the greatest scientific mind in the history of temporal physics. If I was in his shoes. I’d probably be a bit around the bend myself.”

“A bit around the bend?” said Lucas. “Hell, he is the bend.”

“Don’t think about Hell.” said Delaney, with a grin. “If you do, the transponder just might send you there.”

“Somehow I doubt that even Dr. Robert Darkness could have programmed those transition coordinates.” said Lucas, with a wry smile. “Although on the other hand. I’m not all that sum I’d be surprised.”

Andre had spotted her tail within four blocks. And she knew right away that it wasn’t Paul Revere. Whoever he was, he was very good. Revere had been clumsy in his shadowing attempts, but this man moved with a quick and silent grace, like a cat, keeping a careful distance and taking full advantage of the darkness. Several times, she had almost thought she lost him, but he was always there, dogging her heels persistently. She was almost to Hunter’s place on Long Lane when she decided to make her move.