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Chapter 3

The pain was like nothing else Tim had ever experienced, and he’d experienced quite a bit of pain in his line of work. He was witnessing the body transfer with his own eyes, and he felt everything that he saw: the transferring of blood, tissue, skin, it was all live. He knew of Matt’s ability and was heretofore able to avoid it. What he was not aware of, however, was that he was able to lend this ability to others. Going through the same hell was Victoria, at the hands of Adrienne, Matt’s second-in-command and fiercest bitch he’d ever encountered. Designed as a Botswanian beauty, long, lean, stealthy, black as jet, Tim was only aware of her abilities to go clear, fly, and run faster than any cheetahs she would have encountered in her homeland, had she actually been born in Botswana. Matt had to be lending it to her. Tim could only hope for death to come in the next second, for both he and Victoria. He was surprised that they both hadn’t died of shock by now.

As he wished, the pain was over almost as soon as it had begun, though death did not come for neither he nor Victoria. He collapsed to the floor following the transfer, recovering from the experience; Victoria followed a few minutes later. They both woke a few hours later to find themselves in the real offices of the Eradicator complex, in a small conference room used for discussing strategy.

Victoria was not adjusting well to waking up as a statuesque Black woman, and was very frantic; Tim just sat, looking at Matt with a gaze that could peel the paint off a concrete wall. Except he wasn’t looking at Matt, but at himself. While he was aware of Matt’s ability to transfer forms, it was still unsettling. He would not let on that he was feeling this way.

“Shut her up, Tim,” said Matt. “We have much to discuss.” “I’m not responsible for her, you captured her, you control her,” said Tim, never changing his expression. If Victoria was frantic before, she was even more so now, with Tim’s seeming disregard for her safety and Adrienne advancing on her, looking to cause her great harm. She bolted from her chair, and was on the other side of the room in a split-second. It was unexpected and came as a shock to Tim, though he was careful not to let on with that, either. Apparently not only did their forms transfer, but their abilities did, as well. Tim thought to file this away for later.

Smirking with the satisfaction of making Victoria run, Adrienne made her way back to her leader’s side. She seemed either totally oblivious to the fact that Victoria now possessed one of her abilities, or was just not that concerned by it. Victoria was quiet, more from trying to process this new ability, than from the threat of harm Adrienne could inflict upon her. Quiet was quiet, however, so Matt continued.

“I cannot tell you how pleased I am to have you as my guest,” said Matt. “Although I did not plan for this occasion, it has afforded me a new opportunity, given a much needed boost to my plans. I now have a way into your world, Tim. I can now move about freely, without the threat of persecution. The speed with which I planned to implement my scheme is now increased. Thank you so very much,” Matt said with a bow.

Tim sat silent.

“I must inform you, however, that this trade, of course, will not be fair. While I will once again be free to roam the streets outside of this facility, you, my dear friend, will be held captive here from now until I choose to end your miserable existence. You have my word that you will be the last organic to die, Tim, because I want to take my time and savor each and every moment of pain I will afford you upon my return. Until then, you will be held in relative comfort, in our living quarters,” Matt motioned towards Adrienne, “with one of my personal aides programmed to make sure that you are kept well-fed. This “kindness” is being bestowed upon you not because I have developed a kinship toward, you, no – but because I would like to soften you, relax your defenses, before I take you away from this world. A double-edged sword, indeed, but what can you do? Oh, that’s right, nothing at all,” he said, with a cliché evil villain laugh. “Of course, I’m sure you know that escape will be impossible. My armed forces commander, Alex, has set up a special defense unit for the complex, preventing escape from any and all outlets for a 10-mile radius. So you see Tim, it’d be in everyone’s best interest if you just sit back, relax, and enjoy these last days of yours while you can. Truthfully, it’s the only thing I’m allowing you to do.”

Tim remained silent.

“I see you need time to soak all of this in. It’s only understandable. Adrienne, let us show our guests to their suite. It’s time we got about our business. She’s wailing especially loud today. I seek to comfort her as soon as possible,” said Matt.

Matt and Adrienne took their respective captives by the arm (they were both bound by the wrists behind their backs), and guided them to their spacious four-bedroom suite. Although they were not programmed to want to marry, and were not created as breeders, they had no need of their own for the extra space, but often entertained the children of their aides, who were breeders, from time to time. Tim and Victoria were shown to the master suite, a beautiful feat of expert architecture and interior design. These two highly-evolved androids may not be programmed to feel “weak” human emotion, but they had an eye for beauty nonetheless.

“Here you are, you rascals,” said Matt. “Your bindings will fall off in about 15 minutes or so. Soon after that, as a precaution, the suite will begin to emit a calming mood gas, to keep you docile, in case you think you are going to attack your attendant and escape. Outside of escaping, you are free to do whatever you please. As you can see, this master suite is equipped with all the toys money can buy, but if you desire more “organic” accoutrements, then just let your attendant know, and it will be delivered to you. We must leave you now. Don’t you kids do anything we wouldn’t do,” said Matt with a sly wink, then both he and Adrienne left.

Victoria began to try to shrug out of her bindings, only to find them getting tighter. “You probably just wanna wait until they fall off,” said Tim. “They’re made kinda like Chinese finger cuffs – the more you fight, the tighter they get.” “ARE YOU NUTS?!!” screamed Victoria. “I DON’T WANNA SIT HERE AND WAIT TO DIE!!! WE’VE GOT TO ESCAPE!!!”

Tim looked at her with a mixture of serenity and extreme annoyance. “To answer your question, yes, I am nuts. And that’s exactly how we’re going to escape.”

Ch. 2

Tim proceeded down "Main St." and stopped in front of the large plate glass window of “Electronics Store”, pretending to window shop. He was keeping a close eye on the control room, waiting to see the Eradicator leader make his next move. He decided to head towards the “business district” to get a better view. Briefcase in hand, he smiled warmly at a gaggle of secretaries making their way to the “Coffee Shop”. They giggled and flirted with him. One of the secretaries decided to strike up a conversation, assuring her friends that she’d catch up with them in line. He chatted her up, since it made him appear even more a part of the test, and since she had her back to the control room, his vantage point was perfect. Besides, she was a looker, even if she was a robot. Well-designed, that was for sure, with her average height, long chestnut hair, and great legs. She was demure yet seductive in her buttoned-to-the-neck cream colored blouse and brown knee-length skirt. Her name was Victoria, or Vickie for short, all her friends call her Vickie, and did he work one of the buildings around here? He sure looked like it. By the way, how was he adjusting to the whole reversal of time thing? She herself thought it was weird, but what could you do in these changing times.

Sensing a trap, Tim avoided the question by saying he was late for a meeting, patting his briefcase, and that it was nice meeting her. He quickly glanced at the control room again and stepped quickly into the nearest building. He got on the working elevator (Matt was meticulous in his planning), and proceeded to the top floors. Tim examined the top three floors for escape routes, put on edge by the conversation with Vickie. An Eradicator test subject would not be aware of the concept of time. Could Matt know that he was here? He didn’t think it likely, mostly because he was still alive and free to roam the test area. Still…better safe than sorry.

It turned out that the lowest of the top three floors provided the best escape route, so he took the elevator back down to that floor, and secured an empty office with a working window (the only one, and he wondered if Matt was aware of this mistake). He put his briefcase on the table and opened it, checking the power level of the folded hover board concealed within. He didn’t quite know what Matt was planning this time, but he was a pro on his board and could get out of any dangerous situation once it was in-air. He was about to take the elevator back down to the ground level when a loud siren went off, accompanied by Matt’s voice giving a one-word command, “fill”. Suddenly, screams from the hundred or so Eradicators filled the test area. Tim ran to the window to witness four walls of water converging on the “town”, with people running in all directions trying to avoid death by drowning. Stupid bio-machines, Tim thought. Didn’t they know that they were designed to survive in water? Of course they didn’t, Tim’s thought process continued. They’re programmed to believe that they’re completely human until they are sent the signal to fight and defend. Satisfied with knowing Matt’s final plan, Tim unfolded his board, cocked his loaded pistol, and set about ascending from the office window. He found his target, a small landing 2 meters away, opposite the control room. He’d be able to make it unharmed, he figured, due to the speed of his board, and the fact that it’d take 2 minutes easy for the armed Eradicators to leave the control room for the test area adequately equipped, even longer to arrive at this only other way out of the test facility, aside from the main doors.

Tim opened the wide window and was about to jump on his board when he decided to check the control room one last time before he took off. A quick glance showed that Matt was no longer there monitoring his army’s progress. He was not in the control room at all. While Tim found this odd, he also found it lucky; the armed Eradicators could not attack without Matt’s command, so he could easily sail from this office to the landing. He peeled himself from the window, jumped on his board, and sailed over the previously panicking crowd. There was now a mass transformation occurring, as people began to develop scales and gills, fins and webbing. Shrieks of terror gave way to shouts of awe and understanding – they would survive this catastrophe. Tim had his weapon at the ready, just in case, when he noticed one voice, still shrill, still terrified. It was Victoria (Vickie to her friends). Soaked from head to toe, and bobbing like an apple in a tin bucket at Halloween, Victoria spotted Tim on his board and screamed for help. “I CAN’T SWIM,” she yelled. Tim, by now noticing that she in fact was not transforming to an amphibious creature, swooped down to her and put her atop his board. What the hell was a human doing among the test subjects? Figuring that there was no time for questions now, he headed for the lighted landing. Once he got there, he put Victoria up on her still shaking legs, re-folded his board, and told her to follow him, that everything would be alright. They only got down one corridor when they were stopped dead in their tracks. Someone was blocking the narrow hall.

“So nice to see you again, Tim,” said Matt. “Allow me to congratulate you on making it this far.” He reached out to shake Tim’s hand, which tried to retreat a second too late.

Matt’s grip was firm.

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.

Welcome

Hello all,

The night before last I had an incredible dream. Well, I usually have incredible dreams, but for some reason I felt I had to share this dream with you all, much like Wes Craven did with Nightmare on Elm Street. I immediately got up and started writing.

While I'm not sure where this story is going to go, or where it will end up, I will try my best to make it enjoyable along the way.

So, without further ado, I give you: Eradicators.