Contents (188)
- THE
- IMMORTALITY THIEF
- Taran Hunt
- Contents
- CHAPTER ONE:
- The Nameless Ship and the Dying Star
- CHAPTER TWO:
- Three Convicts and a Generous Opportunity
- CHAPTER THREE:
- The Lost Language
- CHAPTER FOUR:
- Sean Wren and the Philosopher Stone
- CHAPTER FIVE:
- Leashed
- CHAPTER SIX:
- The Imp of the Perverse
- CHAPTER SEVEN:
- Lantern-Eyes and the Minister
- CHAPTER EIGHT:
- Indigo and Ultraviolet
- CHAPTER NINE:
- Three Lives and One
- CHAPTER TEN:
- Rot and Bone
- CHAPTER ELEVEN:
- Signs in the Dark
- CHAPTER TWELVE:
- Dead End
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN:
- A Way Out
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN:
- Missed Chances
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN:
- One and Two
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN:
- The Choice and the Hull
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN:
- The Indigo Minister and I
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN:
- The Minister and the Lieutenant
- CHAPTER NINETEEN:
- Lieutenant Lantern-Eyes
- CHAPTER TWENTY:
- Mara Zhu’s Experiment
- CHAPTER TWENTY ONE:
- Forty Locks
- CHAPTER TWENTY TWO:
- Oh, Shit!
- CHAPTER TWENTY THREE:
- Beta Version
- CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR:
- Some Really Angry Rocks
- CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE:
- The Trap
- (Featuring: Sean Wren’s Inability to Use a Grenade)
- CHAPTER TWENTY SIX:
- Made of Man
- CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN:
- The Moment
- CHAPTER TWENTY EIGHT:
- Three Doors
- CHAPTER TWENTY NINE:
- The Roach
- CHAPTER THIRTY:
- Family Photo
- CHAPTER THIRTY ONE:
- The Last Words of Mara Zhu
- Part one
- CHAPTER THIRTY TWO:
- Sins of the Father
- CHAPTER THIRTY THREE:
- The Lieutenant
- (again)
- CHAPTER THIRTY FOUR:
- Field and Forest
- CHAPTER THIRTY FIVE:
- The Minister, the Lieutenant, and I
- CHAPTER THIRTY SIX:
- The Deer and the River
- CHAPTER THIRTY SEVEN:
- Some Fresh Bullshit
- CHAPTER THIRTY EIGHT:
- Enemy of the Enemy
- CHAPTER THIRTY NINE:
- Impromptu Electrodynamics
- CHAPTER FORTY:
- Babel
- CHAPTER FORTY ONE:
- Three Strangers and a Desperate Offer
- CHAPTER FORTY TWO:
- Another Lengthy Détente with Some Stubborn Assholes
- CHAPTER FORTY THREE:
- The Worst Camping Trip of My Life
- CHAPTER FORTY FOUR:
- Sisters, State Secrets, and Just So Many Creepy Children
- CHAPTER FORTY FIVE:
- Nests?!
- CHAPTER FORTY SIX:
- My Mother’s Wardrobe
- CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN:
- I’m Susceptible to Bribes, But Only in the Form of Grammar
- CHAPTER FORTY EIGHT:
- The Center of It All
- CHAPTER FORTY NINE:
- God Damn Children
- CHAPTER FIFTY:
- The Bodies of the Past
- CHAPTER FIFTY ONE:
- Test Subjects
- CHAPTER FIFTY TWO:
- A Hot, Piping Cup of Coffee with a Side of Creepy Children
- CHAPTER FIFTY THREE:
- Sean Wren and the Incredible Hypoxia
- CHAPTER FIFTY FOUR:
- Trust Me
- PART ONE
- CHAPTER FIFTY FIVE:
- Trust Me
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER FIFTY SIX:
- Trust Me
- PART THREE
- CHAPTER FIFTY SEVEN:
- The Shedding of Blood
- CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT:
- Lab 17
- CHAPTER FIFTY NINE:
- Something in My Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY:
- Eye for an Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY ONE:
- What Must Be Seen
- CHAPTER SIXTY TWO:
- Third Eye
- CHAPTER SIXTY THREE:
- Hindsight
- CHAPTER SIXTY FOUR:
- Eye on the Prize
- CHAPTER SIXTY FIVE:
- The Last Words of Mara Zhu
- PART TWO
- CHAPTER SIXTY SIX:
- An Old Friend
- CHAPTER SIXTY SEVEN:
- The Wall
- CHAPTER SIXTY EIGHT:
- Sean Wren’s Special New Skill
- CHAPTER SIXTY NINE:
- Last One There Loses
- CHAPTER SEVENTY:
- Sympathy for the Devils
- CHAPTER SEVENTY ONE:
- A Frighteningly Efficient Kidnapping
- CHAPTER SEVENTY TWO:
- The Whole Truth
- CHAPTER SEVENTY THREE:
- The Breaking of the Fellowship
- CHAPTER SEVENTY FOUR:
- Perversion of Potential
- CHAPTER SEVENTY FIVE:
- Benny
- CHAPTER SEVENTY SIX:
- Sean Wren, Unkillable Machine Man
- CHAPTER SEVENTY SEVEN:
- The Republic
- CHAPTER SEVENTY EIGHT:
- Sister
- CHAPTER SEVENTY NINE:
- The Ministers
- CHAPTER EIGHTY:
- Number One
- CHAPTER EIGHTY ONE:
- Brother
- CHAPTER EIGHTY TWO:
- The Philosopher Stone
- CHAPTER EIGHTY THREE:
- Center of the Compass
- CHAPTER EIGHTY FOUR:
- Sean, Tamara, and Shay
- CHAPTER EIGHTY FIVE:
- Memory
- CHAPTER EIGHTY SIX:
- Improvisational Linguistics
- CHAPTER EIGHTY SEVEN:
- The Dreamer
- CHAPTER EIGHTY EIGHT:
- A Letter from the Dead
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
I hadn’t gone too far down the hall, though, before I heard it. The manikins were dead, Lantern-Eyes had seen to that, and we’d left the Children far behind. But a machine could not die, and we’d left a trail of physical destruction across its ship—and nothing left alive between us and the machine to satisfy its need to kill.
I heard the hum of the Dreamer-bots coming our way.
CHAPTER FIFTY EIGHT:
Lab 17
I knelt in the hallway, over the drying spots of Indigo’s blood, for some time after I heard that sound.
I didn’t want to die. I never had, not even after Kystrom; life was a gift from the God Who Shed His Blood For Us, and I was angry that lives I cared for had been taken away. I never wanted mine gone with them. But I was exhausted, there in the hallway, exhausted down to bone, and so I did not move.
We could not run. I knew that. That is to say, we had a way out—our temporary hiding-place had two exits, which was likely why Tamara had chosen it. We could seal one door and go out the other, carrying Indigo. But the Dreamer-bots were the computer, and whatever I did to electronically lock the door they would be able to undo—and whatever I did to mechanically seal the door, they could break.
Even given that, we could not run. Tamara and I were exhausted. And if we moved Indigo so soon, the sim-skin would tear open again, as it had when Tamara had shifted him too far on the floor. There was no more sim-skin left. We didn’t even have any bandages.
We could not outrun the Dreamer, even if we could get Indigo moving. We could not move quickly enough to escape it. The only thing that could stop the Dreamer’s relentless hunt would be a sacrifice. We’d let the machine search out a manikin to kill the last time we’d encountered the AI; here and now, there were no more manikins left. We’d killed everything in this part of the ship.
There was nothing to sacrifice except ourselves.
I thought of Indigo, always stepping between me and danger, telling me secrets of his people to distract me from my fear. I thought of Tamara, stalwart and strong, guiding me and warning me, willing to fire her last bullet to save me even knowing she’d fail.
I got back to my feet and walked back down the hallway and into the server room, and stopped at the doorway to the little room. While I’d been gone, Tamara had shrugged off that oversized uniform jacket she always wore. In just her tanktop, I could see that there was nothing left of her bare shoulders but skin and bone. The Republican soldier jacket was draped over Indigo.
Maybe seeing that decided it for me.
“Tamara,” I said, and she looked up, her jack-o-lantern eyes reddened but clear. I reached out to the door controls on the server side of the door.