David Robbins - Seattle Run

“Our kelp factory is to the north of the Humarium.”

Manta was disclosing. “Both the factory and the housing units are connected to the Humarium by watertight passages.”

“Why are you doing this?” Hickok asked.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Manta rejoined.

“Because you hate humans,” Hickok speculated.

“Not really,” Manta said.

“Bull-pukey!” Hickok declared.

“Not personally,” Manta clarified. “I don’t have anything against you personally, but as a species you have outlived your usefulness, and have forsaken your heritage. When your species tried to destroy the world, your kind relinquished any claim to leadership. And now, thanks to the genetic deviations caused by the radiation your species unleashed on the environment, a new, superior breed has arisen to asssume the mantle of creating a new world, a world where sanity will be the norm instead of insanity, where reason will prevail, where harmony will be nurtured. Your kind ruled the world for ages, and look at what you finally did to it!” He paused. “The Brethren will do better.”

“I doubt it,” Hickok said.

“Why? What can stop us? Your species is on the verge of collapse. Oh, I know about the Freedom Federation, but your Federation is your last hope, your dying gasp, as it were, to retain your control of the planet,” Manta smiled. “Evolution has provided a superior species to take your place. The Brethren will continue to multiply as we consolidate our power base and spread all up and down the West Coast. Five hundred years from now we will be the dominant species on the planet.”

“Not at the rate you’re breedin’,” Hickok noted.

“What?”

“You’ve been at this for decades, and there are only two hundred and sixty-seven Brethren,” Hickok said. “Maybe you need lessons on whoopee-makin’. Instead of puttin’ humans in those tanks and watchin’ them, you should be studyin’ rabbits.”

“We reproduce as rapidly as we can,” Manta stated.

“But we have experienced great difficulty in impregnanting our females, and even when the impregnation is successful, many of the infants are stillborn. I suspect our gentic code is to blame.”

“Speakin’ of your genetic code,” Hickok said, “there’s a question I’d like to ask.”

“What?” Manta said impatiently.

“Where the blazes did you come from?” Hickok inquired. “Most mutations I’ve heard about or seen were caused by the radiation alterin’ an ordinary species. I was told the radiation affects the reproductive process by changin’ the embryos. What species did the Brethren spring from?”

Manta smiled. “There lies the supreme irony. I was the first of my kind, and I was born seventy-two years ago-”

“You’re seventy-two!” Hickok said, interrupting.

“Why should you be so astonished?” Manta asked. “Many sea creatures enjoy a longevity equal to, or surpassing, the human life span. Anyway, to answer your question, both my parents were human.”

Hickok did a double take.

“That’s right,” Manta said, and laughed. “What sweet irony! I was born to human parents living on the north shore of Elliott Bay. Later, I determined they had been regularly drinking radiation-tainted water. The radiation mutated the embryo my mother carried. Radiation, as you noted, can effect wonderful transformations in embryos. My mother’s second, and last, child was like me, only female.”

“So you mated with your sister,” Hickok deduced.

“Of course,” Manta said. “We bore sixteen children of our own.

Unfortunately, my mate died three years ago.”

“What happened to your parents?”

“My poor human parents,” Manta stated sadly. “They tried to rear us as normal children, as they would have raised human children. And I think, in their own way, they did care for us, despite our appearance. But the other humans didn’t care for us! They despised us! They claimed we were monsters! That we deserved to die! So they hounded my parents into an early grave. Our parents protected my sister and myself until they died, and once they were gone we departed the human community to live in the sea. That’s when inspiration struck.”

“How so?”

“I realized the reason I was here, on this planet. I perceived my destiny, and understood my importance in the evolutionary scheme of things,” Manta said. “I had seen how ugly humans were. I knew what your species had done to the planet. And I also knew my sister and I were not monsters, as your kind claimed. No! We were destined to found a new and better species, a species which would eventually supplant the human race. My sister and I were unique, the apex of evolutionary perfection, the best of both worlds, able to live on land or in the water, at home in both environments. I realized we were the wave of the future, and I set about repairing the Seattle Aquarium to use as my base of operations. As our numbers increased, I organized the Brethren. Today, we control Puget Sound and western Seattle, and we range far out over the Pacific Ocean.

We are spreading ever outward, and one day the planet will be ours.”

“Fat chance,” Hickok mumbled.

Manta stared at the Warrior. “We will rule the world! I have every confidence in your species, in its ability to destroy itself. The war hasn’t taught you anything! You still slay one another with reckless abandon.

Good! Keep it up! You will only make my task easier.”

“I think I understand all of this now,” Hickok commented. “Except for one thing. Why’d you send out the phony call for help? A pard of mine told me you sent out a fake call on the radio, and that’s how you caught Dale and the crew from the California boat.”

“Ingenious, yes? We needed more kelp harvesters, and it was next to impossible to capture any of the humans living in Seattle. They know about us and they stay away from our territory and the open water. We were compelled to secure new laborers from another area. I had salvaged all the usable equipment I could find over the years. Included in that equipment were two portable radios with broadcast capabilities.”

“So you used one of the radios to lure in people who didn’t know about the Brethren,” Hickok said. “It was just dumb luck you caught a whole boatload.”

Manta smiled. “My plan worked to perfection.” He surveyed the Humarium. “This conversation is almost at an end. I like to welcome the new arrivals, to explain the situation so they will fully appreciate the hopelessness of their predicament.” He looked at Hickok. “There is no escape. Resign yourself to your life here, and you will be much better off.

Give us problems and you’ll live to regret it!”

“There’s one thing you haven’t mentioned,” Hickok said. “The most important thing of all.”

“What?”

“Where are my Colts?” Hickok asked.

“All weapons are removed from new arrivals,” Manta detailed. “They are locked in the storeroom.”

“And where’s this storeroom?”

Manta shook his head. “That, you will never know!” He suddenly seemed angry. “Time to put you to work!”

Two Brethren materialized at the Warrior’s side.

“Take the male to the kelp factory!” Manta commanded. “Tell the overseer to watch him closely. I suspect he will cause trouble.”

“And the female?” one asked.

“Assign her to the painting detail working in the housing units,” Manta directed. “And inform Ore I want the painting completed within two days.

I have another project in mind for the humans.”

“Yes, sir,” the one mutant stated. He faced the Warrior. “You will come with us.”

Hickok glanced at Hedy. “Don’t fret none. I’ll get us out of this.”