Mama!
The BB—the baby—cried.
The woman in the red suit held out her slender arms and took the baby from Sam. Or rather, the baby escaped to her arms of its own volition. It was Amelie.
Amelie’s eyes were overflowing with tears, too. Tears that were black. As soon as her tears hit the baby nestled to her chest, it began to collapse in on itself, breaking down into countless minute particles. It was just like the way Sam’s blood returned the BTs to the other side. Amelie’s tears returned the BB back to the place where it was meant to be.
Wait! Stop! Give that kid back to me!
Sam’s voice didn’t reach her. (Well, I am being held very far away in Edge Knot City, aren’t I?)
Sam kept screaming in vain until his own shrieks woke him up.
He was lying face up on the snowy slope and it took him a moment to realize that he must have been out cold and having a nightmare.
The winds had died down, the snow had stopped, and the clouds had disappeared. Sam propped himself up and wiped away his tears. But they were no longer tears of sadness. Sam’s nostrils filled with a familiar odor. He was right in the middle of BT territory.
He sensed a strong BT presence. It was so strong that the tears wouldn’t stop flowing. He felt his body break out into goosepimples and his muscles began to spasm and tremble. He broke into a fever. Then came the alternating chills and nausea. He felt like he could hear the breathing of the dead next to his ear, but without a BB, he shouldn’t have been able to hear anything. A handprint appeared right beside him. It formed only one of a trail of black handprints across the pure white snow. The stench of the dead grew overpowering. Sam covered his mouth with his hands and curled up in an attempt to conceal his presence as much as possible, but the trembling didn’t stop. Sam couldn’t tell if he was trembling from the cold or the fear.
The handprints around Sam multiplied, all different sizes and all going in different directions. Multiple BTs were searching for him. He was surrounded on this snowy mountainside. He felt like an offering being made to them in atonement for some past sin. What an ego. If Sam caused a voidout here, he would be back. But the energy from that voidout would reduce Mountain Knot City to nothingness, along with Deadman and Lockne and Lou. What kind of offering brought such destruction and calamity to the world? Offerings were supposed to be given to maintain peace.
Although Sam could identify the handprints and presence of the BTs, his heart was still tormented with speculation and suspicion. He never thought being unable to see them would frighten him this much. The empty area on his chest that was usually occupied by Lou felt heavier than ever.
He grew light-headed as his body begged for oxygen. He couldn’t hold his breath any longer. But the handprints were still circling. Sam used his numb hand to remove the glove on his right. The tips of his fingers had turned dark and bruise-like. It was a sign of frostbite. He sank his teeth into his wrist, felt the warmth of his own blood spurt forth, and spread it thickly over his face. Even though it had been coursing through his own veins, it still smelled foul and only made him feel even more wretched. Still, he sensed the BTs flinch.
The handprints stopped moving.
Sam removed one side of the cuff link, exposing the cutter. It was the same cutter that had sliced through Mama’s umbilical cord. Normally, a unit attached to a blood bag would be inserted into a broken blood vessel to maximize the amount of blood drawn. Sam felt a pain like his heart was exploding. Steam rose from the cutter as blood trickled out. Sam groped around for his backpack with his left hand and removed a hematic grenade. It was connected to a full blood pack. Sam had no idea how many BTs there were, or where they were prowling.
He closed his eyes. If he couldn’t see them in the first place then there was no point in looking. He prayed to his absent BB.
Protect me, Lou.
He thought that he heard Lou’s voice in response. Even if he was just hearing things, all he could do was believe in it. Sam threw the grenade, like a separate heart filled with his own blood, overhead toward the voice.
There was a small explosion and blood rained back down on Sam. The blood hit the BTs, revealing the outlines of their bodies and where they were. They soon broke down into particles, but Sam knew that he would have to do more to get rid of them all.
Sam stood and advanced forward, brandishing his blood-covered cuff links like a whip. The BTs shrunk back. Sam’s vision began to spin until he could no longer tell what was up and what was down.
Maybe it was because of all the blood he had lost that all the color began to drain out of Sam’s world, turning it monochromatic. He kept moving forward as black blood scattered across the white snow. He was like a saint, parting tempestuous seas and walking between them toward the promised land. But there were no living people following in his footsteps behind him.
By the time Sam was sure that he was out of BT territory, he no longer had the strength to stand. He barely had any energy left at all. He used the last of his strength to stem the bleeding from his wrists and stitch himself up with a medical stapler. He followed up by throwing some blood replacement supplements and smart drugs into his mouth, and chewed. He even appreciated the cryptobiote that he found in the bottom of his backpack.
The cuff links picked up a weak radio signal, telling him he was close to the Geologist’s shelter. Once he had descended the slope, it would be around three kilometers away, but at that very moment that distance felt almost impossible. Sam found himself some exposed bedrock, thrust in a pile, and tied his strand around his waist. He descended the rest of the slope depending on a literal lifeline.
The Geologist’s shelter lay a distance away that Sam would normally have been able to cover on foot within thirty minutes, but he needed much more time than that now. Thankfully, oxygen levels had increased and the snow had stopped falling once he had descended down the mountainside. Since he took a break partway down, he found some of his strength had returned as well.
The Geologist was a Bridges scientist, and even on the hologram you could see how emaciated he had become. When Sam finally handed over the medicine he had brought, the Geologist was overcome with joy and tears, and could only thank Sam over and over again.
“Thank you, Sam Bridges. I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I was feeling giddy or getting majorly depressed over the smallest of things. I’ve never experienced anything like it. I thought that all these haywire emotions were because I was out here all alone at first, but it turned out that wasn’t the case. It was because of chiral contamination. I always knew that it was a possibility, but I never thought it would actually happen to me. It was a sign that the chiral rays the chiralium was giving off were having an effect on both my body and mental state. It presents very similarly to stress, so that’s what I thought it was at first. At this rate, I probably would have started contemplating suicide, but thanks to you I’m going to get better.”
Sam could see some slight effects of the chiral contamination in the speed and breathlessness in the Geologist’s speech. Sam wanted to tell the Geologist to just hurry up and take the medicine, but he couldn’t get a word in edgeways.
“It was approximately 3.8 billion years ago when life first emerged on this planet, and ever since then we have seen repeated mass extinction events of varying scales. Out of all these events, the largest ones are known as the Big Five. They each occurred at the ends of the Ordovician Period, the Devonian Period, the Permian Period, the Triassic Period and the Cretaceous Period respectively, wiping out most of the life on the Earth’s surface.