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Ms. Grey brings us
another tale of humanity’s self destruction… I hate it when that happens! When Alexander Died By April Grey Stray
breezes carried the sounds of the night to my ears. Someone was being beaten. Nerves jangling, I edged closer to the
bonfire. A
short, thin man with a Mohawk and a big nose stood on a wooden box and spit out
the punchline to his drunk and crazed audience.
“And then the Boogy Joogy said to the Quantum Force, ‘How’s ya Mama?’”
Laughter erupted, assaulting me with fake bonhomie. For
an encore, later on there would be lynchings.
I shifted my weight, plastering a smile on my face. This was how it would be from now on. Set
back to the dark ages, when a month ago--no, don’t think about it, don’t break
down. I sucked in some air. The smoke stung my nose and throat, bringing
tears to my eyes anyway. Be like ice, that’s what it would take to survive. “June?
Is that you?” I
hunched over a bit and retreated into my hood.
I took his hand and headed away from the crowd into the shadows. I looked around, had anyone heard him? “What
kind of idiot are you?” I asked. Bentley
swayed a bit, and breathed out at me. I
had my answer, a hopped up one on Jim-Jim weed.
I blinked back my tears. He’d
been a good officer, and at least had refrained from using the military titles
that would have gotten us killed. “It’s
all over then? They’re gone. They left without...they scampered
without...” he swallowed hard. “We are
so screwed.” He turned and puked on the still smoking rubble of a car. I used to be able to identify all the
different makes and models. No
more. I
walked away. I left him there to die.
His choice. He had set himself on
a path from which there was no return. Slowly
I worked my way over to the next campfire, keeping my face down and well
hidden. But I now regretted leaving the
last. Racist comedians were better than
children being sold, for purposes best not thought about. I kept to the rear of the crowd. I
was searching for a sign, a clue. All I found was chaos and the keening of our
race, abandoned like a mistress that had grown tiresome. I continued to move,
staying in the shadows. Searching for
hope that my mind told me didn’t exist. Just
then I felt it: a tickling at the base of my skull. I ran, nearly cutting myself on some barbed
wire fallen down from a stockade. I
saw a shadow moving along the road in front of me--little more than a cloaked
lump of darkness outlined by the light of another camp up ahead. I sprinted and leapt at it. It hit the ground and we rolled. I
pinned it beneath me. It was larger than
me, but its muscle mass couldn’t cope with our gravity. Holding its wrists in my grasp, I used my
other hand to push back its hood. I
nearly screamed with disappointment. A
Droockling, fuck, all I needed. “No
hurt. No hurt.” I
rolled off it and pulled it to its webbed feet.
We were both shaking with reaction. “How
did you get left behind?” Droocks, created by a race I hadn’t even met, were
creatures originally as mindless as slime mold.
The addition of circuitry made them intelligent enough to take extremely
simple orders. But they seemed to have
emotions, loyalty for example. And I
didn’t feel comfortable around them because they were a grey area for
me—something I hadn’t had time to fully investigate. What if you had created intelligent mushrooms
to run your errands? Was that slavery? Its
goggled eyes rolled around and it turned purple. “Mili-taree.” I
pushed back my hood so it could see my shaven head, and my tattoos of rank
barely visible on my skin. It returned
to blue and threw itself at me. “Keep.
Safe.” Leave
it here and it would be a trophy, or somebody’s dinner, by morning. I
led it back to my makeshift bunker. I
was getting soft. The
embassy was one of the first places to be overrun once the shit hit the fan,
and the entire planet went mad and entered mob rule. But once the booze was gone, the stuff left
there was of little interest. Unless you
wanted to take a dump there as a petty act of revenge--plenty had had that
bright idea. I
had made my bunker in the building next to it.
There was an escape tunnel going between the building I was in to the
embassy compound, and I felt it was useful to be close by. Strike that.
I was buzz-shitting myself. What
I was hoping for was that my husband would come back for me, and that if I
stayed close, I might be rescued. I
looked at the Droock, who had placed itself in a corner and was droning one of
those long melancholic dirges they sung when hungry. This Droock had been modified to withstand
Earth’s gravity, but an engineering defect left it in need of special
headgear. Why it was there was a mystery
to me. “How
much of what I say do you understand?” Its
eyes rolled around behind the goggles, and it gulped air. “Well,
I need you to stay here where it’s safe.
You need a food supply…” I stopped.
More lies, more denial. The thing
would run out of food eventually and die.
Why
did I care more about it than my own people?
Again, I choked up, because we didn’t deserve any pity, this whole
planet was crying in its beer. We’d gone from zero chance of survival to fifty
per cent—if we’d learned our lesson. I
got up, and it got up. Great, we would
have a comic routine. “No.” I remembered
a few hand signals that I learned in my first days of training. “Stay.” It
reached a hand forward and pressed my abdomen, “Babe—ee,” it gurgled. “That’s
none of your business. You stay
here.” There was a lot I didn’t
understand, like how that Droock knew when I wasn’t even showing. It
started to get up and I pushed it back.
“Stay!” I repeated and used another hand signal. I
turned and left, quickly darting behind the rubble I had piled up to hide the
tunnel entrance, hoping it wouldn’t follow me. Dawn
gleamed in the distance before the compound quieted enough for me to dare
emerge from the heavy foliage in the corner of the embassy garden. Debris made up of files and computer disks,
and the new technology of our ex-saviors were scattered all over the yard. There were the remains of a fire--something,
someone, had been barbequed there. I
looked up at the tower of the building.
A few windows were still unshattered, but like everywhere else, there
was no juice. I’d have to walk up at
least twenty flights to find the storage lockers of food and medical supplies.
With luck the looters hadn’t bothered going that high. What
was the use? In less than seventy-two
hours the life inside of me would die.
Since this embryo was the blending of two species from separate worlds,
never meant to be together, without a special witch’s brew of immune
suppressants and vitamin/mineral/enzyme boosts, my body would kill it. But there wasn’t enough of the mixture to
last the thirteen months of growth until it was ready. Besides, how’d I be able to calculate the
right increase of dosage as it grew? Sagging
to the ground behind by an ivy covered topiary, I indulged in a pity party of
one. I hated this planet and my people,
and there was no getting off it now. Yeah.
But I had a hungry Drook waiting for me, and while I was up there
anyway, I’d see if I couldn’t give the implant a chance at a few more days of
life as well. Rubbing my nose against my
filthy sleeve, I got up and headed into the building. The
stench made me gag, and I barely managed to keep from throwing up. Walking
slowly, I almost slipped in the offal.
There were dead human guards, ripped to shreds in some cases, throughout
the main halls and gallery. In my first
bit of luck, I found a gun in the hand of what remained of one embassy
guard. His holster was damaged though. I put the spare ammo in a pocket. No flashlights anywhere. I
found the stairwell, and was relieved that emergency lights still flickered
there. Was
it twenty-two or twenty five flights up to the medical labs? And the food storage, that was twenty-eight,
easy to remember I’d turn twenty-eight next month. I began the long climb, listening for looters
and people maddened by disappointment. I
had time to think. Alexander
the Great conquered most of the known world, and then died. So what happened to Podunk and all the other
little armpits of the world after he was gone?
Did they head back to their sleepy isolation? How ya gonna keep them down on the farm after
they’ve seen Paree? I
stopped at the tenth floor to throw up.
I was dehydrated, and so went on a quick search for bottled water. I found a cache in a small fridge behind a
secretary’s desk. Six liters of water
had been overlooked. For sure my luck
was changing. I even rinsed my mouth. Baby. My baby, Rhett’s baby, a ticket off this
planet, I’d thought. Rhett and I had
been ready to go to “Splendid Land,” their name for his world, when the call to
abandon our planet had come. Rhett--I
nicknamed him Rhett Butler based on an old movie I’d once seen because his own
name didn’t translate well--Rhett and I’d worked closely for years on cutting through
legal red tape and hammering out the medical aspects of what his people wanted
to do. He’d picked me out of all those
who’d volunteered to head off planet.
Me. I
continued up the stairs, leaning heavily on the baluster with my calve muscles
seizing up on me. I needed to take
better care of myself. I
had been studying for my law license when they
arrived. The Cghalleiuosiz, we called them the Overlords, were a group of
aliens from different worlds selected by the council to over see the
restoration of our planet. They
conquered us without a drop of blood spilt.
Correction,
lots of blood—our blood--spilt, but it was human on human violence, as
usual. Forget all the B movies you saw,
these creatures made ET look like a Hell’s Angel. All gentle, all kind, and here to lift us up
from the muck. And it was muck; dying
seas, dying land, poisoned air, with an ozone hole so big that our wildlife was
mostly gone, not to mention the disappearing ice caps. We’d
so screwed ourselves and their appearance was an act of holy mercy. Fools that we are, not everyone saw it that
way. The boys below the New Mason-Dixon
Line tossed a few nuclear warheads at them, and wound up destroying half of
Mexico. After that things settled down. I
overshot my floor by one and panicked.
Then I collected myself and found the labs where I had received the
implant. Not a bad deal I had thought at
the time. All those volunteers I had
aced out. On
a hunch, I joined our military on the day they
showed up. And my intuition had paid
off. The big boys were impressed by my
brains and my “patriotism,” yeah, and I’m a good liar. I was assigned to a liaison corps with the
occupying force. And
of those golden men and women chosen by the military for this special mission,
Rhett chose me. They only chose one to
breed with. Talk about weird, in the
movies we figured the aliens would take what they wanted, yep, rape, pillaging,
kidnapping, all that good war stuff. Seems
we horrified them over and over because they had no name for rape or
kidnapping. The offer had been made because
one of their races, a little unimportant one from a not very special planet,
seemed to be a good genetic match with us. It
was an afterthought to them. No, they
didn’t need us as slaves, and they didn’t need our planet. A mercy mission created by a benevolent
council ruler who happened to notice that our little world was dying. I
found my files. Luck was holding, the
lab assistant-- actually the head of Harvard’s Medical Research Team--had notes
I could understand. There were ice packs
in the freezer, still frozen and the vials for my implant were still cold. And there was enough to keep the baby healthy
and alive for three more weeks. After
injecting what I figured was the right dosage, I then made up an emergency bag of
freezer packs and the remaining magic elixir.
I took the medical files, too, surgical taped them onto my back. Hope springs eternal. I needed to find a
working freezer soon. Surely the dolts
who were now in charge of the city would get things back on line? Legs
throbbing, I found the kitchens and a supply of Droock Kibble that I thought
would keep the Droock alive. It was
freeze dried, and there was a few weeks worth.
I was tired, but figured if I took my time and moved carefully I could
handle it all in one trip. But I
wouldn’t have a free hand if I needed to defend myself. My gun would have to stay tucked into the
small of my back. So be it. A
third of the way down the stairs the stairwell lights flickered out. That would slow things down. I took a moment to calm my heart rate. I
memorized the number of steps per turn and took it slow. With my hands full,
one misstep and I’d break my neck. Why couldn’t I just let the Droock
starve? Maybe there was just so little
under my control that I needed this, even if it killed me. I
leaned my shoulder on the wall for balance, and took breaks at every landing,
sipping water with shaking hands. I
hated the pitch dark in there, and the way every step I took echoed. Finally, I thought I’d reached the main floor,
and put down everything to take a peak outside the door. A
hand grabbed me, and pulled me into the lobby. “Lookee
what we have here!” He had long, pale
hair and a dirty face, and a smile that made me nervous. “I
thought all the looters were gone,” I said, trying to keep my voice even. “Except
you, that is.” I
couldn’t place his accent. It was new to
me. “You
aren’t from around here,” I ventured. “Shucks,
no. I’m from the South.” My
legs chose that moment to give out and I wound up on the floor, under the
barrel of his gun. I’d need the right
moment to either shoot him or escape. “Then
you are a long way from home.” “A
long ways from God’s Kingdom, yes.” He
sat down next to me and handed me an energy bar. “You look hungry.” I
couldn’t be sure what was in it, and I wasn’t going to risk food from
strangers. I shook my head. “No, thanks, but thanks anyway. I got to be going.” “You
ain’t going nowhere. You look familiar.” I
cursed the thousand and one vids that had gone out world wide when I was selected. Swallowing my panic, I smiled. “That’s an old pick up line if I ever heard
one. So what are you doing so far North? When they get the Mason-Dixon Line up and
going again, you’ll be stuck here.” He
held up a tattered sleeve, revealing a slave tattoo with a credit chip still in
place. Go bankrupt and you are no longer
your own person, literally. “I figgered
there might be some alien technology stuff around here, might be able to remove
this without setting it off.” Now
I knew I had to get away—or kill him.
“You should head back. If you are
up here—that thing could go off at anytime when they get the power going.” He
leaned back and chewed on the energy bar.
“Yeah, well, I know that being a slave’s a guaranteed pass to the pearly
gates, the Good Book says so, but these past few years, I got to likin’ my
freedom.” “So
you’ve made a break from the Holy Confederacy?” “But
I ain’t no heathen like you folks. You
don’t look none too Christian to me.
What are you, part Heeb, part Nigga?” I
wanted to close my eyes and pray, but I didn’t dare appear weak. “Let my people go,” I half sung, half
whispered Gran’s favorite spiritual. “Huh?” “There
was a reason for the line, you know, Kingdom of God on one side, Republic of
the United States on the other. Everybody happy. Of course, when they arrived,
all divisions were removed, everywhere.
It was just Earth and them. They
made sure of that.” He
nodded and smiled even more broadly, revealing a mouthful of uneven teeth. “You are a right educated woman. That’s what I find interestin’ here in the
North. You were that June woman,
right? I recognize you now.” “Captain
June Washington-Levy.” He had to sleep
sometime. Play along, give him sex or
whatever he was looking for. Then when
he was off guard-- “First
person scheduled to get off this planet in over a hundred years, and they
picked a mixed breed woman.” He
opened a water bottle and offered it to me.
My water was back in the stairwell; I accepted it and swigged slowly. “Keep
it,” he said, and I wondered what type of cooties he thought I had. “So
what do you want from me?” “Who
says I want anything? You might be
military, but you still need someone to take care of you, Babe.” “Actually,
with that thing in your arm, you’re the one in trouble. I can make my own way, if you let me go.” “What’s
it like? What are they like?” His eyes narrowed. “If
I tell you, then I can leave?” “What
puts you in such a hurry?” “I
have friends waiting for me.” I
shrugged. “Didn’t want them to worry or
come searching.” He
looked about him before continuing. “So,
tell me what’s it like makin’ love to some creature from outer space.” “He’s
more beautiful than words can describe.
They are civilized, and have thousands of races, all living in
peace. Places like ours, we don’t make
the cut. Something bad in our blood I
guess.” “But
that ain’t true. They chose you, so we
are good enough.” The gun was still centered on me, but he leaned further back,
and relaxed. “The
alliance of our two races would have guaranteed Earth’s place among the
stars. A dream that we put aside decades
ago when it became obvious we had no future.” Just
then I spotted the Droock through the broken plate glass window. Damnitall.
“Genetic
compatibility. Their planet, Splendid
Land, isn’t very important, and they have no other species bio-chemically like
them, until we were found. They think of
us as a sister race because it’s possible they could breed with us. So they extended themselves. Said they’d sponsor us. Our ticket to the future.” “So
why did they leave?” “It
wasn’t their choice. There’s a council
that rules over all, of which the overlords are just a small part. But the wind shifted, they figured they’d
done enough for us, and we’ve been cut loose.” The
tears that came to his eyes surprised me.
His shoulders shook with unreleased sobs. I put one arm behind me and gripped my gun. “It
ain’t fair. They come and leave in
what—just three stinkin’ years. An’ they
ain’t coming back, right? Hell, you’re just Satan’s leftovers, you are.” I
saw his finger tighten as he brought the gun up again, aimed at my heart. The
Droock came through the door making whooping distress noises. The man from the
South whipped around and fired. In
the split second distraction I had my own gun aimed and I also fired. I hit the chip in the man’s arm by accident
and the explosion threw me up in the air. I
came to with the Droock hovering over me, and honking at me over and over
again. “You no die, no.” Shaking
my head to clear the ringing in my ears, I inspected my blood and gore covered
body, and saw I wasn’t much hurt, only the few cuts and nicks from the
explosion. But the Droock didn’t look too well.
The man from the Kingdom of God had hit something vital. Easing
it to the ground as it crumbled, I supported its large head on my knee. Part of me was glad that I wasn’t going to
watch it starve to death, another part just cried. “Here—“ “What?” The
eyes behind the goggles filmed over and its body sagged. I held it through the last
few twitches until it was completely dead. I sat there wondering about its last
word. A
suspicion prickled at the back of my neck.
I
staggered to my feet and walked to the door.
I
looked outside towards the back of the compound. The
Droock was right. The air was still
shimmering around the travel ball. And
he was there, emerging from a thirty foot ball so shiny that it reflected the
blue sky above it. I looked behind me, a
small crowd was gathering at the broken gates of the embassy. An ugly roar
broke out. I
ran. Jumping over garbage, and leaping ornamental plants, I went all out. The
tiny translator imbedded in the bone behind my ear clicked on. “June? Are you able and willing to uphold contract?”
That hubby of mine, such a sweet talker. “Hell,
yeah.” I hurtled into the ball, and just
missed knocking him over. Though I knew
it was coming, I was still shocked by the change in gravity and humidity, and a
sweet crisp smell unlike anything I’d ever experienced. I rolled and bounced a little as the lighter
gravity changed my momentum. I
felt a mild tremor, but I didn’t think it was the mob outside. It meant we were moving. After
my own shaking subsided, I looked at him. Cross a jellyfish with a crustacean,
and you’d kinda know what my “man” was like.
Because of Earth’s stronger gravity, without an artificial carapace he’d
be flattened like a pancake, just another invertebrate washed up on the beach. He
oozed out of the exoskeleton, and I had this weird desire to laugh. I’d never seen him without his suit on. Along with no face, head, arms, legs, or
torso, he had no genitals either. Great
start to a honeymoon. “Are
you going to be in trouble for defying the overlords and coming back for me?” The
voice behind my ear buzzed and hummed.
The translator was having problems, and then. “Council at first refused to grant
dispensation--in spite of signed agreements.
The implant, the child to be, is mine as well, so they had to accept you
being brought along. We
anxiously--happily await you.” He
was animated putty moving at lightening speed, almost floating as he
effortlessly moved around the curved walls of the vehicle, doing whatever it
was one did to operate a travel ball. I
was in awe; when I had known him on Earth the carapace had forced him to move
slowly and deliberately. Parallel
development exists only to a point. He
didn’t have bones or even cartilage; their world had the same air, same
composition of minerals in the food and water, but less radiation from the sun
and a different gravity. Light and other
sensors dotted around his pale grey surface in ever changing patterns. No mouth
or voice box, they still had the ability to rub flesh against flesh to create
an almost infinite variety of sounds. A
twin translator to mine was imbedded somewhere among the flowing ripples of his
velvety skin. I
hadn’t lied to the guy I killed, he was beautiful. We’d never had sex, though I was willing to
try, but I loved him/her/it. I didn’t know yet if they had genders at all, I
just used the term “him” so I wouldn’t get a headache. I
loved him because he was my ticket to ride, and that was good enough for me,
though our time spent together had convinced me of his worth. “June,”
he finished his work on the controls and settled down next to me. “I had to leave quickly, but I left a Droock
to help you. My instruments indicate it
ceased to function shortly after I arrived.” I
closed my eyes. One less mystery in the
Universe. “Are
you well?” he asked. “There is liquid on your face. I haven’t studied enough to understand the
purpose.” I
brushed away a tear, and he produced an arm-like tendril with feathered petals
at the tip to investigate my wet face. “I’m
perfect.” I touched him back and closed
my eyes. I doubted that I’d ever see
Earth again. And I know it should have
bothered me, but somehow I just didn’t give a damn if I never went back or
heard news of that place again. And
as I fell asleep, I again thought about Alexander, and wondered how many people
had headed to Greece from their Podunk little villages in Asia Minor after he
died.