“They were just leaving, Portero,” Mercer Sinclair said quickly. “And so are you.”
“Am I?”
“Yes. You’re fired. As of this minute you are no longer employed at SimGen.”
“You talk to me like that?” Portero said. “Where do you get the balls to use that tone of voice with me after what you did?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You stood there time after time and looked down your nose at me and pretended to be horrified at what you called my ‘methods,’ when all the while you built this company by turning humans into monkeys and telling the world it was the other way around. You can’t fire me, you piece of shit. I’m firingyou !”
And before Romy knew it, Portero’s pistol was leveled at Mercer Sinclair’s chest. He fired twice, two rapid, booming reports, hitting him in the chest.
Images strobe-flashed through Romy’s shocked brain—Sinclair’s eyes bulging—his mouth forming an astonished O—his backward tumble with outflung arms—the window behind him cracking as it was splattered with red.
And then Portero was swinging his pistol in her direction. Patrick and Zero stood frozen to her right, Ellis was lunging toward his fallen brother. Portero shifted his pistol toward him, then seemed to change his mind.
“Later,” he said softly, then focused on Romy.
Kek growled and started forward.
“Kree-gah!” Portero said and Kek froze.
Portero smiled as he eyed Kek. “Before being assigned here I worked with some of these mandrillas in our Idaho facility. They’re conditioned from birth to stop whatever they’re doing when they hear that word, then wait for another command—from the person who said it. I’m told the word is ape talk from the Tarzan books.” His gaze returned to Romy. “Pretty cool, huh?” He heaved a theatrical sigh. “And now it’s your turn, Ms. Romy Cadman. You’ve messed up my future, so now it’s only fair I mess up yours.”
Out of the corner of her right eye she saw Zero take a step closer to her, saying, “Leave her alone!”
“Hey, listen!” Portero snarled. “I don’t know what kind of a freak you are, but another step and you’re a dead freak. Got that?”
Kek growled again and Portero yelled, “Kree-gah” a second time. “Don’t make me shoot you, boy,” he told Kek. “I’ve got plans for you.”
“What plans can you possibly have for Kek?” Romy said, hoping she could get him talking, maybe long enough for help to arrive, if any was coming.
“I may need a diversion at the airport. I’ll just set him to tearing things up in another part of the terminal after I get there.” He raised the pistol, centering it on Romy’s chest. “But enough idle chatter. Good-bye Romy Cadman.”
Romy felt a stunning impact against her right shoulder as, once again, two booming reports split the air. She saw the muzzle flashes as she fell to her left and realized that Zero had hurled himself against her.
No!
She heard Kek’s enraged howl as he launched himself through the air, saw Portero try to bring his pistol to bear on the hurtling creature but he wasn’t fast enough, heard him shout “Kree-gah! Kree-gah!” but no amount of conditioning was going to keep Kek from anyone who hurt Zero. Portero went down with screams of pain and terror.
Zero!
Romy rolled and was on her feet in a heartbeat, but Zero was down, slumped on his side, his life running out of him front and back into two red puddles.
Romy swims into Zero’s vision. Joy bursts within his ruined chest at the sight of her alive and unharmed. Her pale, strained face is framed in scintillating fog as she leans over him and wails for someone to call for help.
Too late. Even though he feels no pain, or perhaps because he feels no pain, Zero knows he’s dying. The impact of the bullets tearing though his chest was agonizing, but now…now he feels feather light and completely at peace.
He stares at Romy’s tear-stained face as she calls his name again and again, begging him to hang on. But he has no strength to hang on. He tries to move his lips but they won’t respond. They must! He has to tell her that it’s better this way.
If this morning had gone differently…if Betsy hadn’t confided to him her suspicions about Meerm’s baby, and if Ellis hadn’t confirmed them, his outlook would have been so different. He could have lived with the belief that he was an intellectual improvement on a nonhuman creature, could have held his head high as the best of his breed that aspired to the next evolutionary step. But the truth changed all that. He is not a step up from anything. He’s an adulterated…thing…a freak of science. He doesn’t know how long he could have survived knowing that he was cheated of his humanity.
He feels her hand in his. He wills his fingers to move, and they do, they close on hers. She bursts into sobs.
He wants to tell her how he’s loved her. And how, thinking he was a sim, he could have been satisfied to go on loving her from afar. But he doesn’t know how he could bear seeing her and being with her, and ever dreaming about what, but for the violation of a few genes, might have been.
It’s better this way.
The opening in the glittering cloud encircling Romy’s face begins to narrow, brightening as she seems to recede.
A sob builds in what’s left of his chest. Not yet. Let me look at her a little longer.
But the cloud brightens further as the iris closes. And then she’s gone and only the swirling light remains. And Zero wonders if there’s a heaven. For Romy’s sake he hopes so, because he knows that’s where she’ll go when her time is up.
But what about him? Did he retain enough of that transcendent spark to allow him to pass on into another life? Will he be welcomed? Or rejected as unfit?
He never fit anywhere during his earthly life. Just once in his existence he’d like to feel he fits somewhere.
Wouldn’t that be wonderful.
And now the light suffuses him and he’s floating…
Dazed, Patrick dropped to his knees beside Romy where she cradled Zero’s head on her lap. She was bent over his face, weeping. The sound tore at his heart. One look at Zero’s glazed eyes and Patrick knew he was gone. But maybe Romy hadn’t realized that yet. He didn’t want to be the one to tell her.
“I called the security office, the county sheriff, the state police. Cops and ambulances are on the way.”
“Too late!” she sobbed. “He’s gone!”
“I know,” he said softly. He reached past her arm and closed Zero’s eyes.
She leaned over further and kissed his forehead. “I loved him, Patrick.”
“And he loved you. You should have heard how he talked about you. And it wasn’t just talk. He loved you enough to die for you.”
“I want him back.”
“I know…I know…” Heputa hand on her shoulder. “I do too.”
“Can I…?” she said without looking up. “Do you mind if I just stay here with him alone until…until they come?”
“Sure. Of course.” Patrick was stung, but he understood.
He rose and became aware of a wet slapping sound. He saw Kek kneeling on Portero’s chest. He gripped the man’s ears as he repeatedly smashed the back of his head against the floor. That head, wobbly on an obviously broken neck, was bleeding from the eyes, nose, and mouth; the gray carpet was red under his skull.
“He’s dead, Kek,” Patrick said. “You can’t kill him any more.”
Kek looked up with tears in his eyes, then, without missing a beat, went back to his work.