The Serene Invasion

Chapter NINE





GEOFF ALLEN PAUSED in the shadow of the obelisk and turned to Sally. He stroked her cheek. “Strange to think that we’ve no longer any need to be using the obelisks.”

Sally shook her head. “It’s impossible to imagine, Geoff. I still can’t take it all in.”

“To go anywhere, anywhere at all... No, I still can’t get my head around the idea. It’ll certainly make holidays that much easier!”

“Where should we go first?”

“Oh... How about back to the Three Horseshoes at opening time, to celebrate with a bottle of Leffe?”

She made to punch his ribs. “Where’s your sense of adventure, Geoff!”

Kath called to them. “It’s all very well for you people...” she indicated the obelisk, “but I’ve still got to use this old, outmoded form of transportation.”

Nina Ricci asked, “Where are you going?”

Kath looked at her softscreen. “I have a meeting on Venus this afternoon.”

“Give me the co-ordinates,” Nina said, “and I’ll whisk you there.”

Kath smiled. “Very kind of you, Nina. But my transit is already booked, and I have things to do within the takrea. I’d better be getting on my way.”

Things to do... Allen thought in wonder.

He said, “How about a party at our place next week, to celebrate?” He looked around the group. “Everyone can make it?”

Ana and Kapil consulted and nodded; Nina and Natascha too.

Kath Kemp smiled across at him, and he was struck by the sudden fact of how lovely she was. “Try keeping me away,” she said.

Sally said, “That’s a date then. Bye, Kath.”

Kath Kemp waved, then turned and strode towards the sable face of the obelisk.





ALLEN WAS ABOUT to ask Sally where in the solar system she would like to go now when a sudden movement beyond Kath caught his eye. A tall, fair-haired young man was approaching the obelisk as if to pass through its surface, but at the very last second his course veered and he moved towards Kath Kemp.

She stepped backwards, exclaiming in surprise at his proximity, and the smiling young man kept on walking as if intent on knocking Kath from her feet.

Then, in the blink of an eye, the man vanished and in his place was a blue figure – an Obterek – and a split-second after that the Obterek slammed into and merged with Kath Kemp.

Geoff stared at the grotesque amalgam that the blue man and Kath Kemp had become; they flickered – like the visually fleeting images on a spinning coin – as one attempted to gain mastery of the other.

Allen looked around him at his friends, a frozen tableau of shock as they watched the conflict taking place before their eyes.

Then Kath Kemp/Obterek moved like a jerking marionette, step by painful step, towards the surface of the obelisk.

And in his head Allen heard Kath’s tiny, desperate voice, “Help me...”

Sally cried, “What’s happening, Geoff?”

“It’s taking me over...” Kath’s words were desperate within his head. “I... I cannot let it enter the takrea!”

Kath was putting up a terrible fight. The amalgamated figure before them fluctuated between Kath and the Obterek, its forward progress impeded when it became Kath; when the Obterek gained mastery, however, it staggered forward as if leaning into a headwind.

Allen heard screams in his head, a tortured moan from Kath and an even more horrific, bestial cry from the alien creature. He held his head in his hands, mentally deafened by the psychic fallout of the fight talking place before him.

As he watched, horrified, Kath seemed to gain the upper hand. She managed to turn away from the takrea and take laboured steps back towards the café, stopped each time the Obterek gained control of her body but progressing when she gained ascendance.

“What can we do?” Ana yelled at him.

“Just...” he began, not really knowing what he was about to say. Then it came to him. “Ana, Nina... all we can do is put ourselves between... between it and the takrea.”

Nina stared at him. “And then?”

“Then we do our best to stop the Obterek.”

The hybrid figure was perhaps ten metres from the takrea now, a visually discordant, ever-shifting optical illusion – one second the bent, tortured image of Kath Kemp, and the next the straining, far larger figure of the Obterek.

Allen stepped forward. He felt a restraining hand on his arm. “Geoff.”

He turned. Sally stared at him, her features contorted with fright, eyes pleading. “Geoff, please...”

“Sal, I’ve got to...” he began, choking on a sob.

He pulled away, moved hesitantly towards the Kath/Obterek figure. Ana was to his right, perhaps three metres away, Nina to his left.

“It’s... winning,” Kath called out mentally. “It’s much stronger... There’s little I can do, the pain...”

As he watched, the figure flickered and the instances of its appearing as Kath Kemp became less and less frequent. The Obterek was gaining mastery.

He glanced at Ana, reassured by her expression of determination.

“Kath!” he called out the thought, “how can we stop it?”

The Obterek remained for long seconds. Then briefly Kath appeared, and a fraction of a second later vanished. The Obterek seemed to expand, to become visually larger as it dominated, sensing victory.

Slowly, step by step, Allen approached the terrible figure. Beside him, Ana and Nina kept pace.

The Obterek faced them, something almost arrogant in its stance. It was without facial features, so Allen was unable to apprehend the victorious expression he was sure it would have worn. But its body language, its swagger as it drew itself to its full height, convinced him that it was relishing the end game of its conflict with the self-aware entity.

For a fraction of a section a bowed, shrunken Kath Kemp appeared, and in that instant her small voice uttered a string of numbers. Beside him, Nina Ricci repeated them as if in triumph.

“What?” Ana Devi asked.

Allen knew full well what Kath Kemp had given them, knew full well what he might in seconds be called upon to do.

But, he asked himself, would he be equal to the challenge; would he be able to sacrifice himself, and everything he had gained, in order to stop the Obterek?

But what, he asked himself, was the alternative?

On the concourse of the plaza in the shadow of the rearing Serene obelisk, in Saturn’s bright ring-light, three tiny humans confronted the pulsing blue figure.

And the Obterek made its move.

It lowered its head and mighty shoulders and charged like a bull towards the takrea.

The confrontation was over in a matter of seconds, but even so Allen had time to wish that the alien would head towards Nina or Ana rather than towards himself... a treacherous, terrible thought that he banished as soon as it appeared.

Because he was better than that, and anyway the Obterek was heading directly towards him – and he knew exactly what he had to do.

Behind him, as he began running to meet the alien, he heard Sally’s desperate cry – and for all the world he wanted not to go through with this; he wanted to turn to Sally and tell her that he loved her so very much... but he consoled himself, as he came within metres of the alien figure, with the knowledge that Sally already knew this.

The Obterek dodged him, jinked to his right and sprinted for the takrea. Allen dived and managed to trip the creature, which leapt to its feet with amazing agility and sprinted towards the obelisk.

Allen ran and in desperation dived after the figure as it hit the surface of the takrea. He fastened his arms around its muscular midriff and held on. The Obterek screamed, a terrifying war cry which Allen interpreted as acknowledgment of its defeat.

He felt a searing pain, and before it overwhelmed him he repeated the figures Kath had bequeathed him...

And then he was suddenly elsewhere...

And he felt no more.


IT HAPPENED SO fast that Sally was unable to scream – and at the same time it seemed an age between Geoff’s leaving her side and his reaching Kath. Sally stepped forward as he ran towards the figure, wanting to prevent what he was about to do; it was as if she knew, even now, what was about to happen, and while a small part of her wanted to scream aloud in denial, another part of her realised the inevitability of events.

Geoff slammed into the Obterek, seemed to merge with it, and then vanished, taking the Obterek with him.

Sally wept.

Ana came to her side, holding her upright, and Nina joined them and uttered soothing words. She held onto them desperately like the survivor of some terrible shipwreck.

As one they looked up as a blinding white light – like a supernova high above Titan – exploded silently in the dark, star-flecked heavens.



CODA

2055


SALLY WALSH SAT on the bench beneath the cherry tree as the guests mingled on the lawn, chatting and laughing and occasionally glancing into the sky. There was a sense of anticipation in the air, a charge of expectation. Sally had feared this day for a long time but, now that it had come, she realised that she had known all along that it was something that had to be lived through, and that in doing so she would be stronger.

She examined the grain of the wood beneath her wrinkled fingers, then the cherry blossom above her head, and then looked along the length of the crowded lawn to the house. It was hard to imagine that it was not the same garden where, almost thirty years ago, she and Geoff had sat out on summer nights drinking red wine and chatting. The house and garden were identical in every respect to the ones that she had left behind on Earth, and then on Mars; she had always accused Geoff of being a stick-in-the-mud, but she realised that she was just as guilty, to drag this shibboleth of old times across the solar system to this place, the first section of the Shell to be inhabited.

She watched Hannah playing with her daughter Ella; and nearby Ana and Kapil laughing with their teenage boys; Ana had aged well. In her mid-forties now, she was still handsome, with a streak of grey in her hair. She too had migrated to the Shell with her husband, together managing the vast farm that fed the colonists of the sector. Nina Ricci had moved from Mars and Natascha had made the trip with her.

Other friends from down the years had accepted her invitation to the party: Ben Odinga from Kallani, Uganda, in his eighties now and frail, and Yan Krasnic, the same age but still as massive and robust. Even Mama Oola, rubicund and ageless, had made the trip and smothered Sally in her laughing, all-consuming embrace. She wished that Geoff could be here to witness this gathering of friends old and new, but of course if that were possible then this gathering would not be...

The first few years of her life without Geoff had been harder than she could ever have imagined. Her friends had rallied round, and without their love and support she might not have made it through; she had wished herself dead on more than one occasion, then hated herself for submitting to such negative, selfish emotions. Geoff himself would have chastised her for such maudlin introspection, and anyway – even if suicide had been possible – how could she have consigned those she loved to a similar grief to that which she was enduring?

And down the years the burden of his absence had become a little easier to bear; she recalled the good times together, and they sustained her, along with her family, and the extended family of Ana and Kapil. She was, all things considered, a lucky woman... even if she was almost seventy-three and slowing down reluctantly, a grandmother now – how hard that was to believe! Inside, she often thought in amazement and regret, she was still the thirty-six-year-old who had gone out to Uganda with such hopes and high ideals.

She turned away from the house and stared across the rolling grassland that stretched towards the nearest township. A narrow lane crossed the meadow, and along it beetled a small electric car: a late guest, come to join the festivities.

She watched it pull up a hundred metres away, and stared as a small, female figure climbed out and regarded the house. Sally stood quickly, her pulse accelerating. Surely that was impossible, could not be... She made a few faltering steps in the direction of the figure, who was climbing the incline towards the garden now, and they met at the wooden gate.

“I’m sorry for surprising you like this, Sally,” said Kath Kemp. “Perhaps I should have called ahead.”

Sally opened her mouth, but the words would not come. At last she managed, “You... But you –”

Kath smiled. “Technically I am Kathryn Kemp’s... ‘iteration’ – a copy, if you will. Essentially I am the same person, with all her thoughts and memories.”

“But... ten years,” Sally managed.

Kath led her back to the bench and they sat down. “It took that long for the Serene to rebuild me, install all my old memories. I would have come sooner, but that was impossible.”

“They brought you back...” Sally said, her thoughts spinning, “in which case...?”

It was as if Kath were reading her thoughts. She shook her head, gently, and took Sally’s hand. “I’m afraid that some things are beyond even the capabilities of the Serene.” She paused, then went on, “His sacrifice was ultimate, which is why we celebrate his life.”

Sally smiled and squeezed her friend’s hand. “You will stay? I mean... not only for the party, but as a guest here for a while?”

Kath laughed, the warm chuckle Sally realised she had missed all these years. “I am coming to live and work in this sector, Sally. If you would like, we can resume where we left off, all those years ago.”

“I would like nothing more,” Sally said. “We have a lot to share, and a lot to catch up on.”

She stared into her friend’s laughing, human eyes. So what, she thought, that the being before her was but an iteration of the Kath Kemp she had known and loved. That Kath Kemp had revealed herself to be not human but a construct, and even that had failed to undermine the affection she felt towards the woman.

“But I’m being a terrible host!” Sally said now. “Can I get you a drink?”

“An orange juice would be lovely.”

Sally caught the attention of a passing waiter, who fetched Kath a juice.

She sipped the drink and said, “I came here to celebrate with you, Sally, to be with you – and to tell you a little more about the Shell.”

Sally stared at her. “I sense... something,” Sally said. “A revelation, a ‘the Shell is not all that you thought it was’ moment.”

Kath laughed. “You’re sharp, Sally Walsh! You’re as sharp as ever.”

“Well then...”

Kath said, “We told you the truth in that the Shell is necessary for the future of the human race, as a place of domicile for an expanding population. But it is something more.”

She touched the softscreen on her forearm, and in the air before them appeared a rectangular image of deep space, flecked with stars, and at its centre a great grey sphere. Towards it moved a hundred dark shapes, slow but relentless.

Sally looked questioningly at her friend.

“Upon sealing the Shell, five years ago,” Kath said, “we effectively prevented the Obterek from subverting the underlying reality maintained within it. The Shell acts as a shield, denying the Obterek access to the solar system. We have done this with many other systems across the universe, and always it is a race against time.”

Sally shook her head. “I don’t understand.”

Kath said, “Many decades ago, when they discovered that we were planning to assist the human race, they sent off a war fleet of destroyers from their home-system across the galaxy, in the hope of arriving here before we could install the shield. Their ships are equipped with, for want of a better word, disruptors, weapons which would help the Obterek undermine the charea...” Kath gestured at the screen in the air. “This is not a true representation of the reality out there. In fact, the Obterek ships are many light years distant.”

“And when they arrive here?” Sally asked. “Do you, the Serene, have the means to...” She had been about to say ‘attack,’ but stopped herself.

Kath smiled. “To defend ourselves? The Shell will do that, Sally. We need not respond to their hostile advance with hostility of our own. We are adequately protected within the Shell, and the Obterek will realise this and, in time, after a token attack, will desist and move on.”

She paused before continuing, “And the human race, along with the Serene, will work to expand the charea beyond the confines of the Shell.”

Sally stared at her. “That is possible?”

“Your finest scientists, guided by the Serene, are working on it as we speak,” Kath said. “It is our hope, in a hundred years or two, that we will be able to spread the charea to link other races, across the face of the galaxy.”

Sally smiled at the thought, and realised that tears were rolling down her cheeks. She backhanded them away. “Look at me...”

“I know,” Kath Kemp murmured, “the idea makes me feel like weeping with joy, too.” She touched her softscreen, and the image of the Shell vanished.

Where it had been, across the lawn, Sally made out a hesitant figure, staring at her.

She half stood, unable to believe her eyes, and laughed.

Kath looked at her. “What...?”

“I don’t know if I can take much more of this,” Sally murmured. “Two surprises in one day. Please, excuse me one moment. I’ll be back.”

She stood slowly and made her way across the lawn to where the small, bowed man stood, looking at her with uncertainty and maybe even fear in his eyes.

Sally said, “It is! It is you...”

“I have found you at last, Dr Walsh. It has taken me a long time, but at last I have found you.”

Something caught in her throat, and she shook her head in lieu of words.

She stared at the old man’s face, his hooked nose, his hooded eyes. She would have recognised him even if it had not been for the jagged scar that ran like a wadi from his temple to his jaw.

“I have come to say that I am sorry for what I did thirty years ago, Dr Walsh. I have come to apologise. Perhaps later, on another day, we can talk a little more?”

Sally bowed her head. “I would like that, yes,” she said.

He reached out a tentative hand, and Sally smiled and, slowly, reached out her own hand and gripped his.

“Thank you, Ali al-Hawati...” she murmured, and watched him as he turned and moved slowly through the crowd and left the garden.

When she returned to the bench beneath the cherry tree, Kath Kemp had been joined by Ana and Kapil, Hannah and her husband and Ella.

“Who was that?” Hannah asked.

“Oh,” Sally said, sitting down beside Kath. “Just someone I knew, many, many years ago...”

Sally’s granddaughter tugged at her dress and said, “Nana, why are all these people here?”

Hannah hoisted the three-year-old onto her hip and explained. “We’ve come here to celebrate, darling. You see, ten years ago today, your granddaddy did a very, very brave thing, and today all humanity, across the system, will remember what he did for us.”

“What did granddaddy do, Mummy?”

Hannah jogged her daughter and looked into the sky. “He stopped someone destroying everything that was good,” she said.

“Who did he stop?”

Hannah shook her head. “We don’t know his name, darling, but he was working for the bad aliens, the Obterek.”

Sally smiled and caught the attention of a waiter. When everyone had taken possession of a full champagne glass, Sally looked around at her friends.

Somewhere in the garden, a man was counting down and the guests joined in, chanting, “Ten... nine... eight...”

Sally said, “I would like to propose a toast.” She smiled at Ana Devi, who returned her smile; then she turned to Kath Kemp and said, “To humanity...”

“To humanity,” her friends replied.

And seconds later, high in the sky above them, something exploded like a supernova and bathed the land with light.



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