Blinding green light flared. It filled our vision, our heads and our minds. Sandra screamed. I clutched my face, knowing what it was almost immediately.
“Alamo! Cease fire! They are not a threat!”
“Enemy fire detected.”
The laser faded, but the after images still flashed in my mind. I opened one eye and looked at the front wall with the metallic radar screen I’d created. The people and cars were being tracked there. All of them. There must have been thousands. A ragged line of contacts circled us at a distance. No doubt, the police had cordoned off the area, but people had come to look at the ship floating over their town, rummaging in shops and stealing things with its great black arm.
The arm retracted and the doors snapped shut. I hoped it was over, but Sandra shouted something, pointing.
I looked at the wall again. Two contacts had gone red. A third and a fourth went red as I watched. They were spread around at the edge of the golden beetles that represented the civilians.
The ship fired again. One of the red contacts vanished, then another. They must be police, firing on the ship when it fired at them. They were fools. They couldn’t do anything to this ship. I thought I heard a bullet spang off the skin of the vessel. I wondered how thick the metal hull of the ship was.
The golden beetles had been backing up, but now they were running away from the ship in every direction. Some paused, falling. Others were too close to the red beetles, which vanished one by one, almost as quickly as they appeared. The cops must have opened fire in a chain reaction. Each of them was designated as a target and burned down moments later. From their point of view, they could hear other guns firing and the ship was suddenly shooting into the crowd. Surrounding clusters of golden beetles vanished with the red contacts. They were dying in swathes.
“I’m not in any danger, stop firing!”
“Command personnel are in danger. Defensive fire is mandatory.”
“Fly up, then! Fly upward! Get us up into orbit now!”
I felt the floor come up toward me and stumbled. I managed to get myself into a new easy chair I’d stolen. I rubbed my face, my eyes ached. How many had the ship killed? I opened a beer and drank it. Sandra and I barely spoke for the next hour. She went into her room and vanished.
Strangely, I fell asleep on my stolen easy chair. It had been many long hours since I’d slept. I didn’t even plan on sleeping. It just happened. I felt as if I were suffocating, as if a great hand had come down and closed over me, putting me out like fingers snuffing a candle flame.
-13-
When I woke up, I felt better, but then I remembered everything, and felt awful again. For some reason, I’d had nice dreams of Donna and sunny days. I missed my dreams, and as I lay there, blinking up at the metallic ceiling, I tried to go back to sleep. I tried to get back into my happy dreams, but I couldn’t. I finally gave up, groaned and heaved myself out of my chair.
Sandra wasn’t on the bridge. I figured she was in her room that I’d set up for her. Maybe she was sleeping too. I rummaged for food, washed in the bathroom, which I’d managed to set up with a bowl of running water. It was cold water, and there was no shower yet. But even cold water and a bar of soap on my face felt good at that point.
When I finished and turned around, Sandra was staring at me. She had a loop of black cable around her neck now, not her ankles. She looked like some kind of prisoner. I sighed, we were both prisoners.
She pointed to the thing wrapped around her neck. “This sucks,” she said.
“I’m sorry. What happened to the ankle things?”
“I took a nap in my room and you told the ship to remove them when I was alone, remember? It did, since you weren’t around. But once I came near you, it just reached out and grabbed the nearest thing it could. In this case, my neck.”
I would have laughed if I’d felt better. “Is it better or worse than the ankle?”
“Well,” she said, considering. “It’s easier to move around, actually. It doesn’t hurt, and so far the ship’s been very careful not to choke me. But it is demeaning.”
“Do you want me to change it?”
“No, I suppose its fine.”
“Here, I can at least put it around your waist.” I ordered the ship to switch the cable to circle her waist. It looked far more natural that way. It was almost like a safety harness, rather than a slave collar.
“Thanks,” she said, breathing more easily.
I hesitated. “Should I get those injections? I think, eventually, I’m going to have to do it. I won’t be able to live like this forever.”
“Don’t do it for my comfort. You don’t know how it will turn out. I’ll just play harem girl here for another day.”
I snorted and we ate some breakfast. I wondered what time it was. Looking at the wall, I realized we were up above Earth, but not so far up we didn’t feel the gravity. I wondered how long we’d been up here, and if we were even over California anymore. Life in space was rather different. It sort of scrambled your brains. All the normal cycles of night, day, meals and sleeping were disrupted. I supposed it was rather like spending a long period in a submarine or underground in a mine.
“Do you know what they do to keep themselves feeling right on a submarine or a spaceship?” I asked Sandra.
“What?”
“I have no idea,” I said, “I’d hoped you would.”
“Well, they probably try to keep as normal a cycle as possible with clocks and all. We should do the same.”
“I agree,” I said. I talked to the Alamo for awhile, giving it instructions to sound off the hours as they passed if we weren’t sleeping. I also told it to dim or brighten the glow of its walls in rhythm with the normal sun cycles. We set ourselves up on California time. That would probably feel the most natural.
Later, Crow contacted me and I talked to him about it. He said they were already doing it, but I should set my clocks by Greenwich Mean Time, which meant I would be living on British time. If we all went by that time standard, we would be in synch and could coordinate better. I agreed, it was the simplest system, and as an officer he didn’t want us calling him all night every night.
He went over a plan with me, telling me he wanted to place picket ships around Earth. Using six ships, one over each pole and four more in a belt over the equator, we could increase our warning time if a new enemy contact arrived on the scene.
“Good idea,” I said.
“Glad you like it. You are assigned to the North Pole, with a twelve hour shift. Take the day shift. I want you awake and thinking up new ways to get these ships working for us.”
“Fine.”
“I’d put you in command of a squadron to practice formations, but I think instead you are going to be our one-man research team. Did you manage to raid a few shops and make your ship more homey?”
I told him about the slaughter at the Merced mall. He clucked his tongue disappointedly.
“Now, don’t take that to heart. That was their screw-up, not yours. You shouldn’t feel bad about it. They all know what will happen if they fire on these ships.”
“Yes, but I figure just one man lost his nerve and fired, then the ship fired back, then the rest thought it was open season and—”
“Yeah, yeah. I know what happened. It’s by no means the first time. But they have to learn, even if it is the hard way.”