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Dramatis Personae

Lloyd

To the average person helium is light and funny. You can put it in balloons to make them float or breath some of it in to make your voice squeaky. It’s not something one thinks can grab an extremely durable, titanium laminate hulled ship with a top speed of 1,200 kilometers per hour and smash it into scrap on a ferrovine. However helium does have just that kind of vicious side to it and it was that aspect of helium that Lloyd was dealing with at that moment.

His skiff bounced along on the churning clouds. It’s stubby wings groaned in ominous fashion as the shearing currents stressed the carbon fiber frame far beyond the standard safety parameters. In theory, a Wayfinder’s Jelly partner was supposed to keep them from getting caught in this kind of weather. Wireburn’s natives had an understanding of its atmosphere that was unmatched, after all. This was something of a special case.

Driving that point home was a shadow looming large as Coldstone stretching up above them in an impossibly long, gravity defying arch that looped up out of the Metaline Depths and passed far above their position before beginning to curve back down over the horizon. It had taken the thing nearly eight minutes to raise up that far. Lloyd wasn’t even sure it was still moving, the human eye wasn’t built to measure something like that and the skiff didn’t have sensors for that kind of task either.

Cloudie had come to a stop when the shadow passed over them. Now the Jelly drifted slowly through the helium, its tendrils pointed up and out as if watching the shadow in terror. It hadn’t said anything since the Liquid Teeth made their appearance. Worried, Lloyd keyed his internal radio. “Cloudie, your people have stories about this thing, don’t they? Is there something we’re supposed to do?”

“Not that we know.” The radio voice was flat as always but the words were spoken with an eerie slowness. “All the stories of the Teeth that are passed down are told by Jellies that saw them and their terror from great distances. Any that were this close to the teeth never lived to share the tale.”

“Well, let’s try to be the first.” Another gust of helium battered his skiff but Lloyd thought this hit was weaker than previous ones. “Are the currents calming out there?”

“Yes and no. The disturbance in the currents has moved upwards and we’re in a pocket where things are more stable but that will change soon. We may need to dive deeper in order to avoid it.”

“How deep are we talking? I can only get a few kilometers lower before I hit crush depth.”

“I know. Please put your trust in me, I’ve worked with many human ships in the past and I will not bring you too deep.” Without waiting for Lloyd’s answer Cloudie dived down, fighting the currents.

Lloyd gritted his teeth and followed along. For the next ten minutes or so they dove down and towards magnetic north, the helium getting darker as it grew more dense and the sun more distant. The storm winds didn’t lessen but the shadow in the sky was lost in the gloom. Eventually their angle of descent leveled off and Cloudie’s forward momentum slowed then stopped and the skiff’s radio crackled for the first time in what felt like years. “We should stop here.”

“Why? The weather vanes say things are still wild out there.”

“We’re as deep as I dare to go and the Liquid Teeth rise in greater and greater numbers. I have never heard of such a thing happening before but I fear to move further is to invite their notice and that will not end well for us. Can you jump now?”

Lloyd briefly considered turning sidereal but his skiff had passably useful etheric readers and a quick check told him they weren’t reading Wireburn’s signature. Whatever had cut him off from the planet’s reserves was still in force. “No, I’m afraid not. I suppose it’s just a waiting game, then. Given that humans have no record of an event like this I presume the Teeth don’t show themselves for very long? We’d have noticed them before now if they did.”

“They lie dormant for most of Wireburn’s solar rotation but often show some activity for the three hundred and forty human days when the planet is at apogee.”

Wireburn took nearly a hundred human years to complete one rotation around its star. Humans settled the planet nearly two hundred years ago although they established a forward base on Coldstone some eighty years before that. So depending on how things shook out yeah, it was entirely possible they’d just never been in the right place at the right time to see the Teeth before. Lloyd leaned back in his pilot’s chair and huffed in frustration. He had enough food and water aboard to last another two weeks at normal rates of consumption but he could stretch it to three if he had to. The problems were his schedule and the weather.

He was due back at Ashland Prominence in six days. If he didn’t show the Wayfinders were going to launch a search and rescue operation and walk right into whatever chaos was going on at the time. A comforting thought under normal circumstances. A disaster waiting to happen given what was actually going on and not one Lloyd wanted on his account.

Worse than that was the fact that the atmosphere was so choppy the skiff would need constant repositioning. With no ferrovine to anchor to and no etheric power to anchor in the sidereal he was adrift. A Wayfinder’s skiff was a one man show so he didn’t have someone to keep an eye on things for him so he was stuck at the controls until things died down.

From the way the hull was creaking that wasn’t happening any time soon. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than a heavy thud made him jerk upright and look behind him, scowling. Nothing looked out of place. Lloyd keyed the radio again. “Cloudie, is there any debris out there? It sounded like I just hit something.”

“No, Lloyd. The seas are choppy but they are only helium. For now.”

“Wonderful. Let me know if that changes, I’m going to try and track down what made that noise. Now is not the time to have stow aways stealing from the kitchen.”

However after spending fifteen minutes giving the ship a thorough inspection he couldn’t find anything amiss. Nothing had fallen off a shelf in the cockpit, the aft storage room, the galley or his quarters. None of the electrical systems that could fail with a thud or a bang were showing errors and he’d know right away if the hull was compromised. Lloyd was back in the cockpit, staring at his console in mystified frustration, when a blinking light on the spectrometer reminded him there was one other thing he could check. The quarantine chambers were just aft of the galley near the spare parts. He got there in less than ten seconds walking and opened the observation port to check on the mysterious discovery he’d made just an hour ago.

The strange, braided wires had punctured the door to the compartment and woven themselves into the chamber controls. Lloyd froze at the sight. Then he slowly backed away until he was out of the aft compartment and hit the door controls, sealing himself in the cockpit.

“Is everything alright, Lloyd? You suddenly got very agitated.”

“No. Nothing is alright, Cloudie, thanks for asking.”

881

The door to the audience chamber unlocked with an ominous clunk then opened to reveal the Circuit Keeper. 881 had never met the node’s Keeper and she studied him with great interest. Supposedly he’d served on Coldstone since the colony was officially established which made him at least three centuries old, a marvel of OMNI’s medical secrets. To those uninitiated in the Sleeping Circuits he appeared in his early fifties. He had sleepy blue eyes, dark hair and a trimmed mustache that wrapped down to the bottom of his jaw to frame his mouth in a strange fashion. He looked tired but he’d woken up in the middle of the night cycle so that wasn’t surprising.

CK-MNI-0044’s duty robes lent him a dignity to balance his unusual grooming habits and disheveled appearance. The simple black and white sleeves were well pressed and the circuit patterns woven into three quadrants of them bore quiet testament to his experience and wisdom, built up in the service to three of the four Series of intelligence that comprised OMNI. Very few achieved such heights. 881 and her four fellow Circuit Breakers straightened to full ceremony but 44 immediately waved for them to relax.

“This isn’t the time to waste processing power, folks,” 44 said, clasping his hands behind him. He threw a glance up through the transparent arched ceiling of the antechamber where the gas giant now called Wireburn dominated Coldstone’s sky. “We are facing a black swan scenario. Before you ask, this is apparently a term the intelligences of OMNI use to refer to events of extremely small probability. CB-N-1154, what is the the nature of the OMNI network?”

1154 started as if burned. Perhaps he was offended, the Keeper’s question was the kind of thing you asked a very green novice when they were initiated into the Sleeping Circuits. The five Breakers present had held their positions for decades. Still, he answered as doctrine demanded. “The ability to turn information about the current day into accurate predictions of the future through the application of an immortal intelligence directed towards finding humanity’s common good.”

“Clear as catechism, 1154,” 44 replied. He paced away from the door, his gaze still fixed on Wireburn where the node’s primary intelligence resided. “From this, what can you determine about the nature of this black swan event?”

“I presume it runs contrary to what is best for mankind.”

“Correct. However I’m afraid this understates the depth of the problem.” 44 reached the exit of the antechamber, pausing for a moment under the string of small lights running around the upper perimeter of the room before turning to pace back their way again. “OMNI is more than just the oracle that tells us how to best serve mankind. It is a capstone that sits atop the fountain of all the chaos and insanity that births mankind’s worst nature. The longer the fountain is sealed the more that chaos builds up. If this black swan grows to adulthood the disaster will have all the fury of that built up insanity behind it. The work of the Sleeping Circuits is always of vital importance. This time it is doubly so.”

The five Circuit Breakers nodded in solemn understanding. 881 had been on dozens of assignments in her thirty years in the Circuits and it wasn’t like this was new territory for her. The Head Breaker usually had some kind of speech like this that preceded any Breaker pair going out. Hearing the speech from a Keeper was a novelty. Given that all five of them were going together on this assignment spoke even more to how seriously the intelligence took this situation. CB-O-0299, the presiding Head Breaker, took a step forward and said, “What task do you have for us, Keeper?”

“Unfortunately, with the likelyhood of this event being so small, I-6 was not able to narrow down the cause to a single possibility. There are a list of eight potential leads to follow up across Coldstone and Wireburn. You have each been assigned one or two of them by the intelligence and will leave immediately to investigate them.”

“Separately?” The word was out of 881’s mouth before she realized she was going to speak. 44’s eyes locked on her with disarming intensity but he didn’t say anything. 881 squirmed for a moment, wishing she’d kept her peace, but when it became clear that he was expecting more from her she went on. “Respectfully, sir, it’s against OMNI protocol for a Circuit Breaker to operate alone, especially if the assignment takes us outside the normal bounds of the Intelligence Circuits.”

“You’ll operate under stealth tactics protocols, including permission to hire outside help to watch your back as you work on your investigations. If these agents are suitably impressive we will consider extending membership to them.” 44’s eyebrows knit together like a gathering storm, his deep blue pupils flashing like lighting to strike her down for questioning him. “I am quite aware that this is an usual arrangement. Consider the recklessness with which we are moving a sign of how dangerous I-6 predicts this situation is. Any other queries?”

881 licked her lips, wondering if this was a trick question. “What are we investigating?”

“Eight people who have disappeared in the last six hours, some of whom are not officially missing persons yet but who the intelligence believes fits a certain profile. Namely, they had an opportunity to come in contact with the object you’re looking for.”

“What object is that?”

A hint of a smile appeared under 44’s ridiculous mustache. “Not all secrets can be shared, even with you. You’ll be issued a proximity detector that will remain linked to O-5523 here on Coldstone and notify you when the missing object is nearby.”

A quiet groan passed through the assembled Circuit Breakers. Proxy missions were one of the most annoying jobs a Breaker could receive because you just had to fumble through with no idea what you were looking for until the local node told you to stop. 881 wasn’t any more a fan of them than the next Breaker but she’d do what needed to be done. “A last question if I may, Circuit Keeper.”

The glimpse of humor vanish. “Ask.”

“I have an existing outside resource I’ve worked with on previous tasks who could be useful in this case. Provided the use of lethal force is acceptable for this Troubleshoot.”

44’s eyes narrowed. “You really are a student of the O Series, aren’t you.”

881 stood a little straighter, flushed with pride. “Thank you, sir.”

“All reports are made directly to me, overclock your sleep cycles as needed and,” he nodded to 881, “you may use lethal force as you see fit. Act with discretion but not hesitation. OMNI will cover over your behavior as needed. Any other queries? No? Dismissed.”

As the five of them poured out of the antechamber 881 pulled a data veil down in front of her and opened her assignment. His name was Lloyd Carter, 32 year old Wayfinder, deployed from Ashland Prominence on a two week beacon mission on behalf of the Bai-Tien-Long Conglomerate. Not yet reported missing. She’d have to head down to Wireburn, then, but not before she called in her favorite hunter…

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