Velvet Dogma

chapter 19



All hell broke loose.

Ack Acks descended upon them, first knocking them to the floor, then manhandling them into a standing position. Three men and a woman gripped Rebecca. Four men gripped Andy. She barely noticed. She couldn't stop staring at Cody. Clearly he'd known he would die, so why had he done it? Anger began to bubble through her disbelief. Did he know about Olga? What an amazingly tactless way to kill yourself.

She stared at his face, where there once was such a beautiful smile. He'd held so much life in that expression, and now his cheeks were scarred by electric burns from the POD as they had virtually exploded on his face. Blackened sockets replaced his eyes. Smoke still curled from his lips.

In the corner, a squad of Ack Acks struggled to put out a fire. Like a Chinese fire drill, they jumbled and jostled, each stomping and beating at the flames with broken lengths of polymer, their hands, and anything else they could grab. Finally an Ack Ack dressed in a red jumpsuit pushed them aside and used an old-fashioned fire extinguisher on the flames.

Within seconds the fire was out. Nothing remained except the stink of burned flesh and the toxic fumes of charbroiled computer parts. But this, too, went away as the air came on and sucked the haze into an overhead air duct.

Finally the Ack Acks turned on Rebecca and Andy. Fifty faces folded into angry masks as hate-filled eyes judged and juried. They all began to speak at once in their crazy Ack Ack way. They were a mob, and like a mob, they pushed Rebecca and Andy from the room. She fought them, lashing out with her feet and hands. Sometimes she'd score a hit and the hands would fall away, but there were always more to grasp her. They drove them through the large room in which she'd awoke, out a long narrow hallway, then into a smaller room dominated by a singularly immense being.

The first word that came to mind was Frankenstein.

So tall.

So impressive.

So not human.

Something else didn't go unnoticed. When the mob entered the room, it was as if a switch had been turned off. The silence was so complete that she could hear the Deacon breathing—the sound like the pendulous piston of a powerful and predatory machine.

He stood seven feet. Only his torso was visible. His lower legs disappeared at the thighs into a tracked propulsion unit. The curved front of the casement boasted lights and LEDs with cascading code. The slender, multi-wheeled tracks positioned where his feet should have been were six feet long and reminded Rebecca more of something found on a tractor. Tubes perforated his bare chest, redistributing red and yellow liquids. His skin was painfully white, not something that she believed could have occurred naturally. Another LED had been set in the center of his chest. He had no arms. Instead, impossibly thin, polymer, skeletal appendages protruded from his shoulders and ended with wickedly-taloned hands which, even as she watched, opened and closed with menace. Like some of the other Ack Acks she'd seen, the Deacon's lower face had been covered with a curved metal plate, leaving only his nose and eyes visible beneath a black skullcap. The white skin of his face, like the skin of his torso, looked more dead than alive. The word ghoul came to mind and Rebecca shuddered as she transposed the idea of the supernatural life-stealer onto this cyborg thing before her.

With his head tilted slightly upwards, he stared down his long nose at her with an expression of both curiosity and unquestionable authority.

The Ack Acks pushed her and Andy forward and forced them to their knees. One spoke for the others.

"They killed Brother Larkins, Most Holy. He is dead and his laboratory is destroyed."

The words killed and destroyed pulsed through the crowd. Some whispered, some shouted, all with unmitigated hatred.

Both skeletal arms shot out towards Rebecca and Andy. He managed to dodge, but she wasn't fast enough and the claw gripped the top of her head. She could feel the tips of the talons pressing against her, all but breaking the skin with the strength of the grip. Andy dove out of the way twice, but was kicked back into the space in front of the Deacon by the mob of Ack Acks. He tried to dodge a third time, but the arm struck him on the side of the head, sending him to the floor unconscious. The taloned-hand found him and gripped his skull as the other gripped Rebecca's.

"You have killed Larkins?" boomed a voice that came both from the deacon and from speakers secreted throughout the room.

Then the crowd moved aside as two Ack Acks brought Cody's body into the room and deposited it across the tracks of the Ack Ack Deacon. The great figure peered down at the body before him, then pinned Rebecca with a look of such fury that she was forced to close her eyes. The Deacon lifted her from the floor. She peeked through half-closed slits and saw that she'd been brought to eye level. From the mirror-sheened face plate, she saw her own terrified visage staring back at her. Blood trickled down her scalp as the talons dug in.

"Why did you kill Brother Larkins?"

"I didn't kill him," she managed to stutter.

"Then why is he dead? If you didn't kill him, then what happened?"

She thought to deny it once again, but knew he'd respond the same way. How was she to make this thing understand that she didn't kill Cody?

"We came to ask for his help," she began, hoping to figure out what to say if given enough time.

"We?"

"Andy Hoke and myself. I am Rebecca Mines. You may have known my brother, David Mines."

Code flashed across the LED on his chest. He stared at her a moment longer, the silence dragging on as the pain from the taloned-grip in her head increasing. "Others have died in the way Cody died. You are dangerous, Rebecca Mines. You did not kill them but you are the trigger."

A trigger? Was she the cause?

"You were released from—yesss," the Deacon interrupted himself drawing out the word like a snake. "You are Velvet Dogma."

"I am," she managed to say through the haze of pain that was building in her head.

He stared at her for a while longer. It was then she realized that he was accessing information. He had no POD. He had no computer. She understood immediately that he didn't need one. As the quasi-religious leader of the Ack Acks he'd transformed his body into a living computer.

She went back over the moments before Cody's death. She'd told him the password, then he'd established a downlink with the POD. Almost the moment he turned it on, he died, his body spasming because of what? The program, that's why. Velvet Dogma. She had killed him, but not intentionally. Everything suddenly synched. The password had been her college nickname that only a very few close friends knew. She'd planned on changing it eventually, but when they'd arrested her, she was still in the experimental phases of the program. So like anyone, she'd picked a phrase that she knew she'd remember. At least it wasn't her pet's name or her birth date. But there were a select group who knew the password—Olga Pavarnik, Thelma Jones, and Ernie Wright. She didn't know the fate of the others, but Olga had died in front of her.

How did the POD work? She knew that they used sub-vocalized commands. She also knew that information could be accessed in pure silence, which could only mean that a direct neural connection was established. And if a person allowed the ID access to their brain, then anything could be downloaded. Velvet Dogma had become an immense program. Andy had called it a beast. She'd seen the size and number of the servers in Mammoth Cave that had been arranged to contain the program. No way could a brain contain such a program. When downloaded, it was like a switch that couldn't be turned off as it filled a container, in this case the brain, to the point of bursting.

"I know," she murmured. "I am the trigger."

The Deacon glanced at her once, then returned to the ID.

"Put us down, Deacon." She put as much command in her voice as she could muster.

His eyes snapped to her. They were filled with a mixture of rage and anger. "Cody was working with you. He hid that from me." He raised Andy up until he was beside her. Andy groaned, but his eyes remained closed. "I do not like this Velvet Dogma," continued the Deacon. "I do not think that it is worthy of the ID. A program like this could destroy the ID. This is something that must not happen."

What she was about to do was the reinvention of foolishness. She glanced quickly at Andy who seemed unconscious. She had to trust that he was, because what she about to do could kill him too.

"Velvet Dogma must be destroyed!" boomed the voice of the Deacon. "You are the trigger and you must be destroyed!"

"But I am a person. I am human."

"In order to save the ID, you will die. Nothing is more important than the ID."

Just what she thought he'd say. The Ack Acks placed the sanctity of the computer above the well-being of human kind. Rebecca and Andy had but once chance. She felt the pressure begin to mount on her skull as the Deacon squeezed. She opened her mouth and whispered, "Rebecca Mines. Velvet Dogma. Becca Bunny."

She watched as the Deacon's eyes widened. The room was suddenly filled with a high-pitched whine loud enough to send the mob to their knees, their hands over their ears. Then she and Andy fell. Their landings were cushioned by the Ack Acks. She managed to stand, grab Andy and pull him across the floor to the door. He struggled back to reality, the shrieking something that would wake the dead. She couldn't help looking back at the scene of pain and misery she'd created.

The Deacon's skeletal arms were flailing. The tracks beneath him were moving back and forth as he slammed into the wall, crushing Ack Acks everywhere. Those who survived the physical threat of the Deacon had been crushed by Velvet Dogma. Each of them probably held a bit of information for the Deacon and were uplinked to him at all times like Bit-torrent humans. This open link was killing them.

For a brief moment Rebecca felt sorry for what she'd done, but then, she pushed the feeling aside—these people had wanted to kill her just moments ago. She'd done what was necessary to survive.

"Come on. Let's go," Andy said shakily.

The Deacon seemed to be getting itself under control. Perhaps he'd manage to shut off the flow of data. If anyone could that maybe it was this computer-human amalgam.

"We have to get one thing first." Rebecca ran back the way they'd come from Cody's lab with Andy close behind her. She'd remembered what he'd said earlier about his experiments, and she had an inkling of understanding about what he'd meant. She had to get that box. Something told her it would be critical to their success. Cody couldn't have been crazy enough to kill himself for nothing.