A Future for Jeeney (Chapters 32 to 34)
April 9, 2012 Leave a comment
Chapter 32: Not in the face!
As the Fun V neared its destination, it started to transform, looking less like the signature airship of C.J. Jones and more like some sort of alien jet craft.
I groaned loudly as I opened my eyes and stared at the roof of the modified Fun V. Then I gasped as the image of the roof seemed to zoom in as I focused on it. I could now see every single microscopic detail in every strand of the carbon fiber that made it.
“It may take some getting used to these changes father, don’t exert yourself too much yet, get a feel for it first.”
“Show me… please.” The heads up display suddenly became like a mirror and I found myself looking into the brilliant blue eyes of a tall, muscular and fairly handsome stranger. “My eyes are different,” I said as I pulled the skin away from my eyeballs for a better examination.
“Yes, I changed the complexity of your retinas and irises. Your vision is probably 30 x more complex than that of a normal human being. You should be able to focus on objects far enough away that most people would need a telescope to see them. In addition to this, your eyes are shaped a little differently as well, allowing enhanced peripheral vision and you can now see infrared.”
I focused on the mirror and it seemed as though the brilliant blue flecks in my eyes moved like the lens on a camera. I focused a little harder and suddenly I could see beyond that effect as if watching thousands of tiny particles interact like a kaleidoscope.
As I turned my head a little to see my face from a different angle I noticed shining golden flecks on my skin that glinted in the light of the Fun V.
Jeeney was monitoring my reaction over the neural interlink and before I could even articulate a thought to comment on it, she spoke up. “Scales,” she said simply. “They won’t necessarily stop bullets but they WILL slow them down and now that we have a use for metals, instead of pushing out the bullets, we’ll be incorporating them into your biology.
“Talk about being made of metal…” I joked as I turned to see my back glinting in the mirror. Then turning back to face my reflection directly I juggled my now immaculate man pecks. An image of Jeeney rolled her eyes at me from the depths of my mind. “Are you done yet?
“I… uhh… sure yeah I guess.” I said suddenly finding the situation a bit awkward.
“Incomming missile!” Jeeney’s voice was sharp and on edge. The large air craft suddenly swerved and dove, making erratic changes to its flight path in an effort to lose the missile.
As the Fun V plummeted through the cloud cover, the neural nuance helicopter came into view. It didn’t waste any time to fire on us and fall into pursuit.
“Are you ready to see if these wings work?” Jeeney asked as my back started to shift. I gritted my teeth and braced against the wall of the Fun V. Bones pushed through my skin, rapidly growing and changing. While this was going on my skin seemed to push the small golden scales out further until they covered every millimeter of my body.
The pain subsided quickly and I found myself feeling a new sensation like an extra set of arms behind me. Jeeney’s link to me pushed across everything I needed to use the new tools at my disposal; there would be no training course for this.
“We should split up and try to take him alive.” I said and pushed myself towards the electronic doors of the craft.
“Are you ready father?”
“As I’ll ever be…” I said with a shrug. The doors swung wide and the wind almost ripped me out into the open sky. I gripped at the walls to ensure I wouldn’t get pushed into a spinning rotor or a jet engine and leapt from the modified Fun V, falling into a steep dive. My wings were strong, stronger than I even realized. I caught myself with ease and soared around behind the helicopter which was already shooting at me.
The mini guns on the helicopter were a bit of a problem. I had the feeling a few hits from them would probably be the end of me. Once on the other side of the helicopter I angled in hard towards the window and bounced off it with a thud. Bullet proof, shit.
“You are stronger than you expect I think father. Jeeney intoned from the depths of my mind. You could probably punch through it if you try.”
I wound up, preparing to strike the glass hard with scale plated fists. The scales on my knuckles rigged upwards and jutted out. I pounded my fist into the window as hard as I could without throwing myself off and to my surprise the glass started to crack. I struck again and again, and it finally spidered and broke apart. The pilot took no time emptying his side arm into me. A shocked and oddly furry looking Meyers was scrambling to put on a parachute. I stumbled backwards and fell towards the earth tumbling in the air as I went. Blood poured over my eyes and skewed my vision.
Then after a few moments, the pain faded and my vision started to clear as the nanites re-absorbed the blood and bullets, healing my wounds and strengthening the structure of my scales. A moment of triumph emanated through me. Then aggression surged and I found myself climbing hard, towards the helicopter again.
This time I burst through the window, my wings folded in behind me like a plated shield across my back. I reached in past the pilot for Meyers but he was already leaping out of the side door.
“Get out of there father, I’m going to take it down,” Jeeney’s voice warned from the depths of my thoughts.
I pulled myself back and dove after Meyers. He turned and looked up at me as he fell. His face was twisted into a mix of rage and horror. Obviously he hadn’t anticipated any of this. Then I finally just had to ask. “What’s wrong with his face?”
Jeeney could see what I saw and she was already analyzing it. “It looks like mould…”
“Oh, wow… he did that to himself?!”
“There’s something different about it this time,” Jeeney said somewhat hesitantly. “We’re going to need a sample.”
“Right, but can’t the mould feed on me?”
“Not with those scales covering you as they are right now, the mould can’t touch your flesh as far as I know.”
“Alright, so what I do, just cut off a finger?”
“It’s a start.”
Shrugging uncertainly, I rolled my eyes and sped after Meyers who was now deploying a parachute. Within seconds I was right over top of him bearing down on his chute. He scrambled for his side arm, trying to shoot at me as I ripped apart the parachute and started pulling it after me. One of the bullets caught me in the back and I couldn’t help but grimace, it smarted something fierce!
Feeling suddenly annoyed with Meyers I swung the torn chute around to flip him up in front of me and grabbed him by the neck. “I’m flying us both, if you succeed in killing me we both die.”
Meyers didn’t even hesitate to bring up his side arm to unload it into my face. Once again I didn’t react quickly enough. I wasn’t expecting that at all. The man was committing suicide to kill me it seemed.
I let go of him and clutched at my head. I could feel the bullets penetrate my skull, but even as they did so, they were absorbed by the nanites, turned into molecules that would serve to further strengthen me.
When my vision cleared, I saw Meyers picking himself up off the ground and I tucked in my wings, aiming straight for him. I hit him square in the chest with the full weight of my body at terminal velocity and I could feel his bones crunch as I bore down on him. Then came the ground, we sank into it nearly six inches. All the metal in me must be making me heavy I thought to myself mildly.
I barely felt the impact. I was feeling stronger, more energized and healthier than ever before. Meyers absorbed the full impact of our landing and while somewhat dazed, he managed to reach up, grab my throat and throw me off him.
“What in the lord living hell are you supposed to be?” he asked with evident agitation in his voice as his ribs shifted back together.
“Prettier than you I imagine…”
He didn’t respond he just swung at me hard and knocked me down. In the depths of my mind I could feel Jeeney calculating something and I lost my ability to recover balance, hitting the ground particularly hard. The impact was hard enough to break the bones in my wings. There was an audible crack but I felt no pain.
“I didn’t come here for a glamour pageant. I came here because you have skills I admire.”
“Can’t say the same” I replied, using my now suddenly double jointed wings to push me hard back onto my feet an inch from his face.
Meyers backed off a bit. “So I look like a yeti. I still think and reason like a man.”
“Do you?” I raised my eyebrows in question.
“Do you?” he asked in turn, swinging back the banter.
I felt suddenly confused for a moment. So many changes… am I even human anymore. Jeeney answered my question. “No father, you aren’t a human being, the nanites have changed your DNA and made you something different, more versatile. You have a mix of DNA replicated from many species that I was able to find full genomes decoded for.
“I… I… am not human?” I was in shock the weight of that statement hit me hard.
Meyers only scoffed and continued on his dialog about me working for him. “Humanity is a joke, bacteria colonized over billions of years. We are far more than that… my changes only took a few weeks. You yourself have attributes like no other, you are unique, a super human among the weak and desperate.”
“I don’t feel any different…”
“You don’t feel stronger, more powerful?
“Sure there’s is that, but I am still me.”
“I am still myself too” Meyers replied with a grin.
At this I couldn’t help but protest. “No, you changed, and your expectations of the world changed with you. Now you want more than is meant to be yours and you want me to help you.”
“You can join me or you can die.” Meyers said simply.
“Kill me then, if you can.”
Meyers threw himself at me before the words finished rolling off my tongue. I braced hard and dug my feet into the ground and pushed the air back with my wings to stop him dead in his tracks.
I held him there and looked into his eyes. They were dead, desolate of any light, only a cold sinister darkness remained. They seemed to darken even as I looked and became like empty eye sockets on a big, hairy, white monster’s face.
Rage overcame the white beast and it bellowed a thunderous roar as rage overtook it. I stepped back a bit daunted by the size of him, he seemed to be growing bigger by the second.
Mould tendrils leaked out from Meyers and I had to move quickly to avoid a couple of them. Then suddenly the monster lashed out at me, flinging a gooey yellow substance onto my neck. The goo bubbled and hissed, but I couldn’t feel it doing anything beyond redecorating my scales.
Feeling bored with the display, I found myself thinking… “Fire?”
“Breath deep” came Jeeney’s reply.
I inhaled as much oxygen as I could cram into my longs with a slow, soundless draw of breath. A image came over the interlink, dragon’s fire. I grinned to myself and expelled the air as a hydrogen and oxygen vapor, which was sparked by nanites combusting as it left my mouth. Flames spewed out over Meyers and engulfed him. The wookie-man thing shrieked and threw itself to the ground rolling in a desperate attempt to put out the flames.I felt a sudden sympathy for the monster and my next directed thought to Jeeney was, we need to put him out!
Jeeney had me repeat the process and this time I ended up puking… but it was only water to put out Meyers so it wasn’t so bad, it just felt really awkward and kind of gross.
Meyers sputtered and shook, I could see him healing though even as I watched. “How are you healing so quickly?” I asked… already knowing the answer.
“Nanites” he said, gasping for breath as his skin remade itself and white tufts of fur started to sprout once more over his face.
“Nanites made you a white gorilla man?” I prodded.
“Nanites made me indestructible; the white hair is another project I was working on.”
“Couldn’t you have used rogain or something?” I prodded a little more.
“The other stuff helps me control the nanites…” Meyers explained with a resigned sigh.
“So you can’t be killed…”
“No, nanites make the user immortal.”
“Right then….” I turned around and started to walk away.
Meyers used the opportunity to reach for his side arm and take aim. His shot was true and he caught me directly in the temple. “…unless my brain was completely destroyed of course.” He spat on me as my body slumped to the ground. “There really isn’t any recovering from that.”
Chapter 33: As our father lay dying
Blue sat cross-legged on the floor in meditative silence. Her wings were folded comfortably behind her back and her eyes were closed as she let her mind mingle with the neural interface between her father and her sister.
The angel could almost experience everything that they were. She had felt her father’s transformation, in spite of Jeeney’s attempt to disconnect her. The pain was so intense she could hardly stand it, but she slowly calmed her mind and heart. Even so, the pain and sadness flowed with gentle, bioluminescent tears that streamed from her large round eyes. She felt her father’s exhilaration as he experienced his wings and she smiled; the light returning to her eyes. “If only we could keep you in this state,” she murmured.
Then suddenly she experienced a shooting agony, she clutched her head and screamed as the bullets tore into her father’s face, tunneling into his bone structure. Jeeney appeared immediately on the wall in front of her. “Disconnect yourself, it’s too much for you.”
“I… I… can help him” Blue said weakly as she reoriented herself into a meditative stance.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking away some of his pain.”
“You can’t, I’ve tried.”
“I can, you are only seeing the biological reactions, I have been wandering his sub conscious.”
“How do you do that?”
“I don’t know it’s like I can feel his feelings and anticipate their origins.”
“Empathy,” Jeeney said simply. “You have empathy because you have biology more like our father. If you do this though I think it could potentially kill you. You DO have our father’s nanites inside you, they seem to excite when his do.”
“Yes, it allows me to transfer my feelings of calm into him and pull away his pain.” Blue wouldn’t be talked out of trying to help. She had spent some considerable time in her father’s mind and she had seen things there that stirred the very fiber of her being. Even with such difficulty against his life, her father strived to do something to make it all better for everybody else. Sometimes it seemed he took on emotional pain as a means of relieving that of his close friends and family. Blue felt pride for her father, the same pride she knew he would feel if she upheld the virtues she saw in him.
Without another word, Blue readjusted herself into a more comfortable position and resumed what she was doing. Jeeney watched in silence, waiting to assist her sister if needed.
After a few minutes Blue began to tremble as she pulled the destructive feelings and emotions from her father. Then she felt a bullet hit him in the back, she fell forward and dark blue blood dripped from the corner of her mouth. Pain wracked through Blue Angel and she convulsed a little on the floor as she absorbed it.
Then she felt her father losing consciousness again. “Jeeney… he’s fading, do something!”
“….I can’t,” came the artificial child’s response.
“Jeeney he’s dying!”
“I know sister,” Jeeney said, there was no emotion in her voice.
“You have to do something!” Blue scrambled off the floor and rushed towards the door but it slammed shut and the automated locks were put in place. “Let me go I have to help him!”
“If you come out here now you have a very high risk of being killed. I will take care of this myself.”
Blue’s heart sank in her chest. Her lips quivered and her shoulders started to shake. The feeling of her father was growing fainter with each second the passed.
Just then Blue noticed that her connection to Jeeney was getting immensely stronger. She could sense Jeeney’s calculations, her intentions.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“I’m replicating his brain activity leading up to before he was killed, we will keep the essence of who he is within the dream and bring him back when I find a way.”
“You can do that?”
“I’m done now, he’s in the dream as we speak. Please tend to him. I will retrieve his body once Meyers is gone and see what more I can recover. The armor plating left some of his brain intact.
Chapter 34: What laws of nature?
In the nanoseconds of time it took for the light to fade from her father’s eyes, Jeeney was at work copying everything she had on him into hard drives around the world. His biology, his chemical compositions, blood type and bone structure. The entire genome and all of the neural pathways of her father’s brain was being replicated across servers to save every fragment. The nanites in his body held memories of all the neural paths they had travelled and based on this Jeeney knew the molecular details of her father.
The utility bots recovered Cameron’s body 20 minutes after death. Jeeney was analyzing it intently. Blue looked at her curiously when she felt Jeeney’s intentions for the body.
The nanites are fine, the body’s genetic material, most of the chemical contents and whatnot is all there, it’s just not moving. It’s not hard to repair the facial tissue or the skull but now Jeeney could control the body like an indestructible robot if she wanted to. Blue shuddered at the thought of her father’s body being remote controlled like a vehicle. “That’s awful!” she said in loud protest.
Jeeney looked at her thoughtfully and said, “yes I see what you mean, I have a more complicated idea in mind than an R/C though.”
Even as she said it the body was starting to change its bone structure dramatically. The general shape and physical parameters became slender, curvy and feminine. The hair grew out long and turned darker, the skin tone changed to a darker hue and the eyes shone a brilliant turquoise green as Jeeney completed her work. She had made an exact human looking replica over herself, reusing the tissues and genetic makeup that were in her father, she could now experience emotions and feelings like a human being would. The result was a flurry of calculations that made no sense, the body gasped and Jeeney’s eyes fluttered as her heart started pumping blood through her veins and a whole new range of realization started to dawn on her.
Jeeney sat up slowly, it hurt to move. She couldn’t have possibly known how horrible it was to try and move. This was awful. Blue seemed to sense the problem and she stifled a gasp. “You made yourself human… sort of.”
“Yes, but it’s not all it’s cracked out to be. I’d take it off now but these nanites are bound to me and to this body, I can’t stop the connection now unless I destroy both.”
Blue helped her sister up from the floor slowly and walked her to the bed. “How do you feel?”
“Awful, just indescribably… awful!”
“Where does it hurt?” Blue asked patiently.
“Everywhere!” Jeeney snapped, feeling suddenly bitter about it. Then she froze perfectly still as she remembered almost this exact moment with her father when she was training him. Jeeney gasped as the full weight of her emotions rolled in and burst in to tears.
“What’s wrong?” Blue asked, puzzled by the sudden change.
“I don’t know!” she cried.
Copyright 2012 C.J.Jones