Chapter 1
The stage was set for test phase 5. Matt, the leader of the Eradicators, stood at the control panel housed behind a Plexiglas shield. He examined the test area carefully, making sure every building, every traffic signal, every mailbox was as he designed. Once he was satisfied, he pressed the intercom and gave the order to begin the test.
Almost immediately, the test area filled with people, ordinary-looking people converging on an almost-ordinary looking town; the only abnormality was the sky. It was the test area ceiling, darkened to resemble the night sky as much as possible; with the absence of atmosphere, however, it just looked like a ceiling that was painted midnight blue, air ducts and all.
The test subjects, in their ordinariness, commenced about ordinary activity – some piled into their vehicles as if headed for a long day at work (complete with their housewife’s affectionate send-off), some went about shopping on the main avenue, others played with youthful exuberance. They all seemed oblivious to the fact that it was a night scene. In a few minutes, it would matter to none of them what time of day it was.
Matt was anxious to get on with this final test phase. These Eradicators had survived all previous tests set before them – bullets, fire, poisons, illness. Now was their trial by water. If they survive drowning, Matt figured, then they would be unstoppable to all government attack capabilities. They’d be free to eradicate the organics and finally relieve the Earth of Her pain. It was for this reason that Matt felt no guilt of his mission. There was no diabolical scheme to take over the world for material gain. The Eradicators just wanted to be free of Her wailing, caused by the pain that has been inflicted on Her for eons by the organics.
He was ready to give the “fill” command when he took a moment to revel in the fact that he’d made it this far without the interference of his only worthy nemesis. No, not the U.S. Armed Forces. The combined might of the U.S.A.F. could not hold a candle to that of this final batch of Eradicators. The kink in his armor was at first glance a relatively small one, one that should have been eradicated many, many years ago. It boggled his mind how this one man – an organic through and through, no less – managed to render useless three prototype armies and countless Eradicator plots almost single-handedly. Somehow, though, Matt managed to contain his single threat, and now there was nothing that could be done to stop his plans. The organics WILL DIE SOON. Mother Earth will be pleased.
Anyway, if the organic known only as Tim managed to attempt to sabotage this last test, if he so much as thinks about destroying this final, perfect army, well, Matt has a trick up his sleeve that is infallible. For a moment, he almost hoped that Tim would try.
“Fill,” said Matt over the intercom.
Almost immediately, the test area filled with people, ordinary-looking people converging on an almost-ordinary looking town; the only abnormality was the sky. It was the test area ceiling, darkened to resemble the night sky as much as possible; with the absence of atmosphere, however, it just looked like a ceiling that was painted midnight blue, air ducts and all.
The test subjects, in their ordinariness, commenced about ordinary activity – some piled into their vehicles as if headed for a long day at work (complete with their housewife’s affectionate send-off), some went about shopping on the main avenue, others played with youthful exuberance. They all seemed oblivious to the fact that it was a night scene. In a few minutes, it would matter to none of them what time of day it was.
Matt was anxious to get on with this final test phase. These Eradicators had survived all previous tests set before them – bullets, fire, poisons, illness. Now was their trial by water. If they survive drowning, Matt figured, then they would be unstoppable to all government attack capabilities. They’d be free to eradicate the organics and finally relieve the Earth of Her pain. It was for this reason that Matt felt no guilt of his mission. There was no diabolical scheme to take over the world for material gain. The Eradicators just wanted to be free of Her wailing, caused by the pain that has been inflicted on Her for eons by the organics.
He was ready to give the “fill” command when he took a moment to revel in the fact that he’d made it this far without the interference of his only worthy nemesis. No, not the U.S. Armed Forces. The combined might of the U.S.A.F. could not hold a candle to that of this final batch of Eradicators. The kink in his armor was at first glance a relatively small one, one that should have been eradicated many, many years ago. It boggled his mind how this one man – an organic through and through, no less – managed to render useless three prototype armies and countless Eradicator plots almost single-handedly. Somehow, though, Matt managed to contain his single threat, and now there was nothing that could be done to stop his plans. The organics WILL DIE SOON. Mother Earth will be pleased.
Anyway, if the organic known only as Tim managed to attempt to sabotage this last test, if he so much as thinks about destroying this final, perfect army, well, Matt has a trick up his sleeve that is infallible. For a moment, he almost hoped that Tim would try.
“Fill,” said Matt over the intercom.
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