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“Where have you been Thomas?” His aunt looked at his outfit. “Oh dear, you’ve become a cowboy, does your Mama know?”
Marcus responded, “It’s just some all-black cowboy outfit. I got it from working for the Smithsonian.”
“Thank goodness, you have a real job. You know your Uncle just won’t give up his old ranch. And, your Mama fell for that rambling father of yours.” She went over to the oven, opened it, pulled out a fresh green chile chicken enchilada. “And, yet you still joined the army, just to get some land claim. All for your your own ranch.”
Tom smelled the casserole, and leaned back, “It was really nice for you to take in my mama and I after dad left. But if I can get us a real ranch, with some good soil, my Tío won’t have to break his back to get just two bails of hay.”
The lanky red-headed golem and small-framed girl walked into the little restaurant. Aru said, “You’re an army-man!?”
They sat at the bar next to Tom. His aunt asked, “These two are?”
“Aru, she’s a Vanguard, like us. And, this golem, he’s an inter-dimensional law-breaker.” explained the cowboy.
The golem spoke up, “My name is eCaps!”
Tom’s aunt exclaimed “You’re THE eCaps!?”
“That’s right milady.” He bowed slightly, and tipped his bowler hat. She turned to Tom with a questioning look, and Tom looked just as surprised as she was.
The golem said, “Oh, I thought you were a hit team from iCobs.”
The girl then howled, and everyone turned to her. In a whimpering voice she said, “I’m confused.”
Tom Marcus took a long breath, “Okay, I’m sorry Aru, let me explain.”
The little bartender looked at the casserole, “We’ve gotta wait a bit for this to cool down. So you can explain what’s going on to all of us.”
"My father raised me near Gowanda, New York, in the western part of the state, on the Cattaraugus Reservation, a part of the Seneca Nation. I worked at McDonald’s through high school, and I saved my money to move to New York City at eighteen, I told my dad I wanted to go to college to take some programming classes, but the real reason was to go to Police Academy. Becoming an NYPD officer was a dream I’d had since I was just a little kid. I rose though the ranks very quickly by taking on tougher patrol areas, and when I went into detective work I took on the toughest cases. I quit university, and soon enough, I ended up getting on the NYPD Emergency Service Unit." The young woman finally paused, "I’m twenty-two… and that’s it."
In a winded voice The Doc finally spoke, “Wow, goal oriented… your family and friends must be worried sick about you.”
"No, my mother died giving birth to me, and my father was murdered about a week before I moved out to the big city." The girl stopped for a second, "I ended up catching his murderer by coincidence during a meth raid in Queens."
"Friends…" Interupted the man.
The woman laughed, “Sarai will probably miss me, she was my girlfriend back in Gowanda. But, we hadn’t seen each other for about a year. And, my other friends were fellow cops and they’re all older then me, and had families. I wonder if they’ll worry about me? I mean, to them, I just went missing during a fire at a bank.”
The Doc attempted to rise to his feet, “You seem so passive. Aren’t you worried ab…” The young woman jolted to her feet, “THE BOY! What about the little boy!” The Doc fell back down into the cushion , “What boy?”
The young woman apologized for scaring The Doc, but the old man just had a somber look on his face, “What boy?”
She looked him in the eye, “The boy I met, just before I blacked out and woke up here. He was asking for my help from the fire, I grabbed his hand, and that’s it.”
The Doc’s eyes were wide, “Caesar had a similar story about a boy. What did he look like? According to Caesar, he was cloaked in smoke.”
"That’s about right, I couldn’t see ‘exactly’ what he looked like." The young woman grabbed her canteen and drank some water.
The old man explained, in a wheezing voice, “Every time someone, from a social-tech era, comes around they always talk about a boy that ‘grabs their hand’ before they appear here, anyone else that arrives here does so randomly. I was just carving a piece of rock near a nitrogen deposit I grew, I blinked and here I was.” The Doc grabbed a small pearl looking object from his pocket, he pinched it, it popped, and he breathed in the smoke that came out of it. He stopped wheezing as he continued talking. “He enslaves people from high-tech civilizations, gives citizenship in his empire to those from low-tech societies, and publicly executes those from the social-tech era. Caesar wants your type dead. He kills anyone from any social-tech era. That’s why his soldiers were after you.”
NANOPARTICLE program reviewing SYSTEM_SCHEMATICS.
Found 77 malfunctions.
Repairing 33 SHIELDING errors; section CAP, HULL_PORTS, section IR, TH_OR_PORTS, main_SHIELD, auxiliary, and 27 other glitches.
NO PROBLEMS IN REPAIRING SHIELDS
Repairing 42 problems to VARIOUS errors; camera lens, wiring to LEFT_ARM, SMALL_RAIL_GUN charger, POWER_SUPPLY_FISSION, wireless internet reconnecting, and 37 other glitches.
NO PROBLEMS IN REPAIRING VARIOUS
Repairing 2 MOBILITY errors; LEFT_THRUSTER, RIGHT_THRUSTER.
NO PROBLEMS IN REPAIRING THRUSTERS
BIOS 0000000000000000 – 000000000009f000
BIOS 0000000000010000 – 1000009f00000000
16TB LOW_MEM available.
256PB Video RAM.
4x512EB RAM, totaling 2ZB
256YB SOLID_STATE_NASA drive.
At least 512x512YB SOLID_STATE_NASA drives for backup.
Allocating DRIVE0_ArtificialInteligence to MAIN_FUNCTION.
AI now active.
SUDO user Khora pass χώρα
“And here I thought I could trust her to win. Time to play”, Shift said with a grin painted across his face. He rose, standing still next to his makeshift medical tent as he watched his companion, who stood frozen. Looking at her face, he noticed her expression, her lips pulled into a defiant frown and her eyes narrowed, locked on the monster who had evaded her attempt at victory. “ I thought wrong – and instead I have to play babysitter to this little pest”, he said lightly, muttering under his breath. Feeling a soft scraping against the back of his foot, he turned, locking his gaze with the spider. Raising up it stared at him, tilting its body the same way as a dog would tilt its head. He sighed and bent down to pet it, “It is ok, I did not mean to call you a pest, I still like you – wait, why am I talking to an AI spider?” He asked, finished the comment in a very low tone. He called out, “Will you please finish it off Save. I would rather not gain a new friend.”
Save looked back sharply, her tone sharp as she spoke. “I will finish this thing off when I have the chance, you make sure to keep your end of the bargain.” Shift sighed and took a deep breath, staring at the holographic display on the spire. It was still at 95%, with the machines rapidly losing power due to the massive job. Shift groaned, tapping the command unit in an attempt to make it work. Save laughed and spoke, “ Hitting it does not make it work faster, I thought you would know this.”
“So says the one who cannot defeat one simple AI – ” Shift exclaimed, stopping mid sentence as a shockwave of heat shot out from the opened maw of the stalker. Quickly covering his face he ducked down, using his body as a shield for the two spikes and his patient. A virtual display flashed on the screen displaying the temperature, which was passing the boiling point. “I hate to rush you with this, but I do not wish to have our hunt ruined by this hot head. Hurry it up!” Shift said, raising up to face Save.
“I know. Let me handle this.” She said, readying a silver round for her gun. With a quick snap she locked it in place, aiming the weapon at her attacker. She fired the round at her foe, letting it fly freely. The creature watched, staring blankly as it calmed down, finally looking towards the canopy with wide sockets. It leapt up, dodging the round within mere milliseconds as it’s clawed foot passed the round . The round shattered against a tree, covering the trunk with the silver liquid that slowly dripped to the ground. A thud sounded out as it landed in the darkened canopy, the echos of crumbling twigs and sticks loudly echoing. Save and Shift stood silent, staring at the canopy in shock. “ I did not expect that. Did you?” Save said, turning towards Shift.
Shift laughed nervously and shook his head, “No. I did not”. He looked up, wondering just what caused it to abruptly end the fight, and where it hid that massive burst of speed it used moments earlier.
“Where was she? How’d you meet Aru?” Asked the, now, annoyed Death.
Dave patted Death’s shoulder, “We can’t win ‘em all bud. But, Tom found her being transported from the Jemez Mountains to Santa Fe.”
Ari giggled, “Two points to The Vanguard.”
Marcus sarcastically said, “Oh, yeah, totally. I got mine and Death’s missions done.” The angels and the Vanguard laughed, “And it only took a year.”
Their laughter stopped as Death pointed at the sun, which was a dim point of light within Death’s duststorm, it was nearly Noon.
Marcus said, “I best be off. See you later gentlemen, and you two little lady.” Ari nodded, “My brother and I will be watching you from afar, so don’t expect any help from us.”
Tom snickered, “Like I’d expect any help from your brother. Getting Reapers, like Death and Dave, to do what you want is like trying to get water from a dry well.” His look turned somber, “Naw, your brother and Death are probably the two closest friends I’ve ever had. You’re in good hands, and if you turn out half as good as these guys you’ll be a Reaper in no time.”
Dave and Death waved at Tom and rode away quickly, they all said, “God bless partner!”
Tom rode out of the sandstorm back into Santa Fe. He followed the train tracks, and turned right onto San Francisco Street, and turned left at Lincoln Avenue, and tied up his horse right in from of the Hotel Capital. And walked towards the Books & Station’y Gall’y, he passed right by it, into a little Grocery store with a Restaurant sign. He sat down at a bar in the back, and turned toward the bartender, a small stocky woman, “I’ll take my usual, your fabulous green chile enchiladas.”
“Thomas,” she cried, “mijo, it’s been years since I’ve seen you.” The little old woman waddled around the bar towards the tall black man.
He also began to tear up, “Tia Amora, my auntie!”