The Trilisk Supersedure

Chapter 14



Telisa’s consciousness resumed.

Something is very, very wrong.

Her link did not respond. Her surroundings were dim. Small spots of light floated randomly about the room. Her eyesight failed her in the darkness, but she could smell the rock walls and she could hear air moving through the grilles nearby. These clues brought her to the conclusion: she was inside one of the cube-shaped Konuan rooms.

She tried to move her head. It didn’t go well. Her head had melted into a flat mass. She took a deep breath. She had no lungs. She only heard a loud rustling.

What is that? WHAT HAS HAPPENED?

Telisa tried to stand. She moved forward. She could tell it was moving forward, but she didn’t have two long, strong legs. She had a dozen. A hundred. More.

Oh, by the Five! I’m one of the banana slugs. This is just a bad dream. It has to be. The technology required—Trilisk. Nononono…

Telisa paused to calm down. She tried to breathe again. Instead of the familiar feel of air bags expanding in her chest, tiny flaps of flesh—gills?—vibrated beneath her, causing the rustling sound again.

Can this body even handle distress? I could have the slug equivalent of a heart attack and die. No. Most organisms must be able to handle a bit of fear. Unless I got a damaged or frail body. Just don’t panic.

Telisa tested her legs. Yes, hundreds of them now. She experimented. She could move just one, if she tried. It was like wiggling a toe. She scratched the rock wall. Despite the tiny victory of control, despair railed through her.

What am I going to do? It’s not a recording. I’m living this.

Telisa decided to try and look around. She could only see in four small, hand-sized spots that roved about the room. It was like four small flashlights moving about.

Wait. I am controlling those with my…arms. My arms are flashlights. Five Entities, hear me!

The words came to mind of their own accord. When Telisa was scared, really scared, she talked more like her mother, more like she had when she was a little girl. But she was old enough to know now that the only thing getting her out of this predicament was herself or her team. Unless, of course, a Trilisk prayer device was operating within range.

Change me back now. I want my old body back.

Nothing happened. But she remembered her friends. Maybe they could help. Magnus. Or Shiny or Cilreth. If they didn’t shoot her on sight.

The room had some bits of cloth and rotten plant stalks on a wall. They had been glued in place, or…for some reason they just sat there. A few rods stuck out of the walls. Then Telisa realized she had misoriented herself.

The plant stalks were sitting on the floor. She wasn’t.

I’m already on the wall. I’m clinging to the wall. I’m crawling on the Five Times Accursed wall.

Telisa just sat there and waited to adjust further.

Get it together. Just get it together, dammit.

Her sight was abysmal. The colors were washed out. Or maybe she just couldn’t see red anymore. But her hearing. Telisa could hear everything around her in the sharpest detail. Her tiny claws scraping against the stone. A drip of moisture that must be fifty meters away. In fact, she could tell it was about fifty meters away just by the way it sounded.

She crawled forward a little more. Her legs coordinated themselves. It made her feel more in control to move. Somehow, she didn’t have to think about how to coordinate the legs. It felt natural. She focused on the far wall. She could feel coiled power in her body.

Telisa sprang off the wall. Several things happened at once. When she launched, her body folded quickly like an umbrella, forming a torpedo shape that cut effortlessly through the air. She felt muscles or their equivalent compressing the trapped air, squeezing it out of her collapsing body to help accelerate. One of her arms seemed to point ahead to light the way for her eyes all by itself. Then she was flying through the air, effortlessly, like a missile in slow motion. She seemed to fly for a long time, though it could only have been a fraction of a second. Like a tumbler, her body swung around as she traveled, timed perfectly to land on her legs at the destination.

Just before landing, she popped back open with a snap, decelerating as the air cushion trapped between her opening body and the wall pressurized. Her wiry legs absorbed the last of the impact, what little there was left at the moment of landing. And there she was, one second later, on the opposite wall.

Banana slug, my ass. Let’s see a slug hop across the room like that!

Telisa felt like a combination grasshopper-bat. Instead of two giant hopping legs, she had dozens. Instinctual movement? But I’m Terran. My brain is Terran. It was Terran. How do I know how to jump like a Konuan? The Trilisk machine just…endowed me with these abilities? How could such a thing be translated? How can I still be thinking like myself at all? Same software, different hardware? Impossible.

Telisa hopped back to the other side of the room.

Not impossible. Very, very difficult. Very, very amazing. And the Trilisks knew how to do it.

The exhilaration of jumping made her feel just a bit better. And more in mastery of her own fate. Telisa couldn’t see anything interesting in the room. No clues as to how she had arrived. She crawled toward the nearest grille. She arrived atop the grill, then realized she couldn’t fit through the vertical vents from the top. She had to approach from the side, where the long openings would accept her wide body. Then she just slipped through. It was effortless.

Okay, well, the grilles are indeed just doorways. And having more than one slit means that more than one Konuan can enter or leave at the same time. Any non-Konuan probably can’t follow, though; neither can bulky objects be moved about.

The next room had tiny square pits in the floor filled with ash. Horizontal metal rods were affixed a couple of centimeters from the walls. The ceiling had vents. Telisa assumed it was some kind of cooking or smoking chamber. She moved for another grille, trying to find her way outside by listening to the air movements around her.

Something abruptly changed. Telisa stopped, overwhelmed by a new sensation. She felt a flood of new impulses coming from…the surface under her feet. She brought her tiny lights to bear but saw nothing.

I can sense…a trail…smell? Touch?

The sensation had a direction. Forward and to the right. She followed the trail into the next room. It was a mostly empty cube filled with garbage. Dust that might have once been wood or cloth or paper sat in piles with bits of rusted metal. The trail led onward.

It could be a trap. Maybe the other Konuan is luring me.

Telisa slowed but did not stop. What alternative did she have? She tried to rustle her breathing flaps more quietly and listened to the world. If she couldn’t see well, she would have to rely more upon her hearing to sense danger.

On a whim she walked in a circle, then checked her own trail. It was just as strong, but smelled subtly different.

So. I leave the same scent trail. The other Konuan can follow me easily, too.

Telisa followed the trail through two more rooms, when it abruptly ended. She looked around with her washed-out vision. She didn’t see anything except another cubical room.

Oh, of course. It leaped from here. To…where?

Finally her poor vision noticed a circular well in the floor instead of a grille.

An entrance to the Trilisk tunnels.

Telisa crawled all about until she found a spot where the Konuan before her had landed. It had been a jump that broke the trail. She followed the line. It had jumped here, and then…? Probably into the tunnel below. Telisa crawled down to check. She put half her body down the well and walked around the rim. She could smell it. This is where it had gone, into the Trilisk tunnels.

With a shrug that could only be imagined, Telisa crawled over the edge of the well and downward. Despite the smooth surface of the well, her legs stuck to the sides. She moved over the metal without fear of falling.

The tunnel below smelled very different to her Konuan feet. Clean and metallic.

Of course. I smell through my feet. Sigh.

Her gill flaps rustled.

I try to sigh, and it causes this new body to breathe. I try to move forward and my hundreds of legs just do it. It has all been connected in a way to minimize the alien-ness of the transfer. Yet a change this radical remains profound. One can’t be perfectly mapped from Terran to Konuan. It all just feels right. Masterful.

The bottom of the well smoothly joined into a horizontal tunnel. Telisa followed the trail onto the ceiling of the tunnel and crawled on. She slowed. A new sensation had started to build. Some of her legs were not working. She felt them clutching onto something instead. Many somethings. She held many tiny orbs to her body with at least a dozen legs.

What are those? Eggs? I don’t understand. This is less than masterful.

Telisa tried to release one. She couldn’t quite force herself to let it go. She didn’t want to let them go. Somehow the deposits had become so very important.

Unbelievable. I don’t understand my own physiology enough to even get by. It could be dangerous. This could be a symptom of not breathing right, not eating, drinking, even standing upside down too long.

Telisa could not bring herself to drop anything so she simply walked on. A few more of her legs became distracted by the tiny spheres.

They have to be coming from me. This ceiling is utterly clean.

She came to a three-way intersection of the tunnels. Staying on the ceiling, she entered a triangular shaped space that joined the tunnels. There was a niche in the three corners of the ceiling. Telisa was drawn to one of the tiny protected spaces. She flowed over it, covering the depression with her body.

She shook. Her legs spasmed. Telisa couldn’t think about anything; she just was for a moment. Then she focused on the smell of the spheres. Several of her legs ticked out to tap the walls of the niche. Then she put one of the orbs there. Somehow, it stuck to the wall.

Then she placed another, and another.

Well, at least I know what to do with them now. Less to carry…Five Entities.

Her legs started to work rapidly. More and more of the tiny modules became affixed to the surfaces of the niche as she worked. Time became meaningless. Finally she seemed to come back into focus.

I can move away now.

She flowed forward from the niche, then turned about to take a look. Her eyesight was poor, but it looked like she had deposited at least a hundred little black nodules, maybe more.

If this is what my life has become, I’m not going to be sane much longer.

She attempted to dispel the negative thoughts.

I’m going to get help. Shiny could help. Or I can figure out that Trilisk platform and get back to my regular self.

Telisa found the trail again and continued. She had to be following a chemical trail like an ant following a predecessor. The trails would help her to find another Konuan. But now she wondered: Did she really want to find the one that hunted them? Wouldn’t it be deadly? Or did it only kill Terrans?

If I can follow it, then it can follow me. If it finds those egg-things, it might fertilize them. Or maybe they are clones of me. Or maybe they are just chunks of excrement. This is miserable.

Telisa left the intersection on the trail and left by another corridor. It was long and straight like the last one. The trail started out in parallel with the tunnel on the ceiling, but after some distance, which was hard for Telisa to estimate, it veered left.

Telisa noticed something. A tiny crack. She would have missed it as a Terran. To a Konuan, it was like a canyon. As soon as she started to crawl across it, she could feel it there.

Why did the tunnel have a seam? An artifact of modular construction?

No. Trilisk stuff is made perfectly, designed down to the molecular level. No such thing as an accidental or incidental seam in their work. It’s a doorway.

She searched the large square panel that curved with the surface of the cylindrical tunnel. There were no buttons or levers. Only the perfect seam around the entire perimeter.

Open?

The panel started to slide open. Telisa hopped off it instantly in a startled reaction.

Wow. I’m fast.

She felt elation that the panel had opened to her mere mental command. Either that, or something else had opened it…Telisa listened. The sound of the mechanism sliding the door was like thunder to her fine hearing. She looked through the doorway. She saw a small passageway leading into a hidden room. Telisa hopped through and landed on the wall as naturally as a Terran would have strode through on the smooth black floor.

The room beyond looked like a space force armory. A dozen rifles leaned against the wall. Bins of grenades. Five battle suits. Pieces of military robots. Explosives.

This is an incredible pile of tech. If this was gathered by the Konuan, it’s no primitive.

Backdropped against it all, a large column extended from floor to ceiling. It looked out of place in the cubical room with grilles on each wall.

Trilisk. Jackpot!

Telisa scurried right up to it, then onto its surface almost without thinking. She felt the smooth surface with her surface-clinging legs. Her claw legs tapped it gently, feeling everything under the two square meters of her body surface.

This is creepy how fast I’m getting used to crawling all over everything.

Telisa crawled around it full circle in the space of a second.

I want to be myself again, Telisa thought. Nothing happened. Is anything there? I want to switch back.

Her desires were ignored. But she felt another crack in the surface under her feet.

Open.

The casing of the column started to drop. Telisa hopped aside effortlessly and watched from a nearby wall. Her dim vision showed her the column opened to reveal a workspace within. She immediately found a small screwdriver-shaped tool sitting on a flat surface in one of her arm lights. She hopped into the column and took a closer look.

The craftsmanship was perfect. It was shiny. It looked to be made of plastic and metal. It was very flat. Tiny loops of metal decorated its sides.

Wait a moment. It’s so very flat. And those loops…

Telisa walked over it. She slid six legs through the loops and pulled it flush with her belly.

Fits like a glove! This is a Konuan tool. But it’s so much more advanced than a sword or a simple mechanical device. It could even be beyond Terran technology.

She carefully moved the wand to one corner of her body so both ends pointed off away from her. Then half a dozen of her legs moved over its surface.

It has no manual controls. It must use a link of some kind. But I have no link.

Telisa felt immense frustration. Why would I be put into this body without my link? Wouldn’t inter-body travelers need their cybernetic enhancements to come with them? Yet here she was, helpless in so many ways. Trapped in body she couldn’t understand yet had some almost instinctual ability to operate, but without any means of interfacing electronically with anything advanced. She crawled about the space again, looking for more tools or hints as to what the owner did inside the column.

I want a link. I need to be able to interface with these things, she thought. Nothing happened. If a prayer device was active, it had been set to ignore her pleas.

The other Konuan has a link or something like it. It makes no sense. Has that creature actually advanced itself from early industrial age to this all by itself? Or was it a servant or slave of the Trilisks? How is it still alive? What does it want? And if it finds me here, is it going to kill me?