Alex Scarrow - Day of the Predator

‘No, it’s grown just fine… it’s just…’

Maddy took a cautious step into the hatchery, her eyes yet to adjust to the dim red lighting. ‘Well, it looks OK from here. Two arms, two legs… nothing weird and gross sticking out,’ she said.

Sal studied the adult-sized form floating in the murky pink soup. ‘I think I must have put the wrong foetus in or something,’ she uttered.

Maddy took a few steps across the floor, careful not to hook her foot in a power cable and pull over one of the other tubes holding the other tiny foetuses in stasis.

‘Come on, Sal, what’s the prob-’ Maddy’s voice tailed away as she stood beside her. ‘Oh,’ she whispered. ‘I see now.’

Sal bit her lip. ‘I… I must have… I’m sorry. I didn’t check it first. I… just didn’t see.’

Maddy looked at her. ‘You didn’t see?’

‘They all looked the same!’ Sal replied, her voice rising in pitch. ‘Look, I’m sorry!’

‘Oh, that’s just great, Sal. Just great! Now what are we going to do!’

‘I’m sorry, OK? Sorry. I didn’t see. I just — ’

‘Sorry… is that it? Sorry doesn’t help us. There’s no time to grow another one!’

Liam stepped into the back room. ‘Hey! Ladies, ladies! Whatever is the matter?’

‘Well, why don’t you come and look for yourself,’ snapped Maddy irritably.

Liam made his way cautiously forward until he was standing between them.

‘Meet your new support unit,’ she added sarcastically.

Liam frowned at the dim outline in the tube, then suddenly his eyebrows shot up into twin arches. ‘It’s a… it’s a… it’s a…’

‘Girl,’ said Sal helpfully.

‘Oh Jay-zus-’n’-Mother-Mary… I never knew we got baby boys and girls.’

Maddy reached down to the floor and picked up one of the empty glass containers the foetuses had come in. She held it close to the growth tube to take advantage of some of the softly glowing light coming from within.

‘There,’ she said after a while, her finger pointing at a small marking at the bottom of the glass.

Sal leaned closer, screwing her eyes up to see it better in the dim light.

‘It says XX… that’s all. What’s that supposed to mean?’

Maddy tutted and shook her head. ‘You don’t know?’

‘No.’

Liam shrugged. ‘Me neither,’ he said, his eyes still locked on the naked female form inside the tube.

‘It means female. And XY means male. You guys can be real morons! It’s to do with the chromosomes.’

Liam managed to drag his eyes away. ‘Cromer-what-a-ma-jinxie?’

Frustrated, Maddy banged the perspex tube with the palm of her hand. ‘Doesn’t matter. I’ll explain another time. The point is what are we gonna do?’

‘If we start another one off, it’ll be at least another thirty-six hours before we can send someone to investigate the Chan thing,’ said Sal.

‘That’s my point!’ replied Maddy, removing her glasses and rubbing her eyes. ‘The message sounded urgent. Right? God knows what damage is happening to the timeline ahead of us right now!’

‘We don’t have much choice,’ replied Sal. ‘Unless…’

Maddy nodded. ‘Unless you go check it out on your own, Liam.’

Liam looked at them both. ‘You’re joking, right?’

Neither said anything.

‘Right,’ he replied. ‘Well, the answer is… not on your nelly! No way! No sir! I’m not going into some spangly future place without a Bob — ’ he looked again at the female form inside the tube — ‘or a Roberta by my side. It’s been hard enough for me trying to get my head around 2001 and all your crazy modern ways. There’s no way that I’m doing 2015 all on my own, I’m tellin’ you.’

Maddy sighed. ‘All right, then.’ She looked at the shape floating in the goo. ‘That thing may not have the brute strength of the last one, but at least you’d have Bob’s AI and database along with you.’ Maddy turned to him. ‘And this is just a scouting mission anyway. Just a quick visit to see what happened to Chan.’

Liam’s face hardened. ‘That’s what Foster said to me the last time

… and look what happened. I got stuck in the middle of an invasion for six months.’

Maddy reached a hand out and touched his arm. ‘Well, this time we’ll just be more cautious.’

He chewed his lip in thought for a moment, then finally nodded. ‘Jeez… all right. I suppose if it’s just a quick look-see.’

Maddy gently slapped his shoulder. ‘Good. Sal?’

‘Yes?’

‘Let’s birth it.’

‘OK.’

Sal squatted down on her haunches to tap the command into the small control panel at the bottom of the cylinder.

‘Er… Liam?’ said Maddy.

‘Yes?’

‘Would you mind?’

‘Mind? Mind what?’

‘A little privacy?’

‘Uh?’

Maddy sighed. ‘It may just be a mindless blubbering clone right now… but it’s still a lady.’

Liam was still sulking at being kicked out of the back room when the metal door to the hatchery finally slid to one side with a shrill squeak of un-oiled rollers. Maddy and Sal emerged through the doorway first, beaming like a pair of proud midwives. They ushered a pale shuffling form wrapped in a long towel out into the light of the main arch.

Liam studied her; she was taller than the other two and, of course, as Bob had first been when he’d been dumped out of the bottom of his tube, she was completely bald. Yet, despite that, he realized she was — and he felt a little queasy admitting this to himself — quite beautiful.

‘Uh… hello,’ he said awkwardly.

The clone stared at him curiously as the girls led her across the arch towards the table and armchairs. Her pale skin glistened, wet with the goo she’d been floating in only moments ago, and the smell — like a rancid meat stew — wafted across to him, turning his stomach.

‘Hello there,’ said Liam again as they sat her down opposite him.

‘Flug herr gufff slurb,’ the clone replied, dark brown slime dribbling out of the side of her mouth and down her chin.

‘Right,’ said Maddy to Liam. ‘You can get acquainted while I sort out uploading Bob’s AI.’

He nodded, his eyes still locked on the clone. She seemed to have little of the bulging musculature of Bob… athletic, though, not bulky like he’d been last time.

Bob.

Bob? Liam, you idiot.

He realized that it was stupid to think of that first ape-like clone as Bob; it had merely been the organic vehicle that Bob’s AI code had first used. But still, he mused, Bob’s ‘personality’ — if he could actually use that word — had been formed inside that big brute. It was almost impossible not to think of him as a big, clumsy, Panzer tank of a man, with fuzzy coconut hair and a voice as deep and rumbling as one of the trains that regularly rattled over the Williamsburg Bridge above them.

During the six months he’d been stuck in the past with him he’d grown attached to the big lumbering ape; not just the code in his head, but that expressionless vapid face of his, those horribly awkward smiles — more like a horse baring its teeth. He’d even cried when those men had gunned Bob down, riddling him with enough bullets to ensure that even his robust body had no hope of recovery. Cried as Bob had ‘died’ in his arms and he’d had to perform an act of surgery that since then he’d done his very best to blank from his memory.

Cried for Bob, although he’d never admit that to the others because it seemed silly. All that made Bob Bob had survived, had come back from the past in his blood-covered hand: a wafer of silicon containing his AI, every memory he had, all the learning, all the adapting, all the growing up he’d done in those six months in the past. That was Bob, not the tattered bullet-riddled corpse he’d left behind in the blood-spattered snow of 1941.