AntiBio: A Post Apocalyptic Thriller by Bible Jake

Author:Bible, Jake [Bible, Jake]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Publisher: Severed Press
Published: 2014-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

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“Static weapon signatures previously detected are moving closer,” the AiSP announces. “Engagement in fifteen seconds.”

Four Clean Guard troopers spin about in their seats, hands integrating into the transport’s weapons control ports.

“IRIS up,” Dr. DeBeers says. “AiSP? Assign each trooper a target and open ports. We do not have time to stop, and need to take out these things right now.”

The troopers’ eyes all go black and they stand and turn to the walls as small portholes open wide enough to slide their rifles through. The image of the landscape is superimposed across their retinas and they are each assigned a static weapon signature to target.

“AiSP? Take control of the Clean Guard,” Dr. DeBeers orders. “They are yours.”

“Yes, doctor,” the AiSP replies.

“Hold on now,” the driver protests. “You can’t take over an entire transport of Clean Guard! AiSPs are not allowed-”

He goes quiet, as his eyes turn black.

“Thank you, AiSP,” Dr. DeBeers says. “I do not brook dissension of that sort. Activate full view on my ISIS.”

“Done, doctor,” the AiSP says. “Engagement in one second.”

The transport begins to shake and shudder as blast after blast hits it. The troopers all respond in kind and soon the attack is over. Fifty yards of travel and the battle is done.

“Any survivors?” Dr. DeBeers asks.

“No, doctor,” the AiSP replies. “Shall I relinquish control of the Clean Guard?”

“No, there could be more along the route,” Dr. DeBeers says. “It’ll be easier if you maintain control over the troopers during the duration of the trip.”

“Understood, doctor,” the AiSP says. “Would you care for an update on Sergeant Crouch?”

“No,” Dr. DeBeers replies. “I will examine him myself.”

She moves to the seat next to where Blaze is strapped in, shoving two troopers out of the way. When a hard slap to the cheek doesn’t rouse him, she pulls a baton, adjusts the charge, and jams it against his ribs. One shock and his eyes are wide open, his hands and feet struggling against his bonds.

“What the fuck?” he shouts. “What the hell?”

“Hello, Sergeant Crouch,” Dr. DeBeers says. “May I call you Simon? Or do you prefer your squad nickname of Blaze? I believe that is what your traitor of a girlfriend calls you as well.”

Blaze studies his surroundings, taking in the details of the Clean Guard transport. He quickly realizes the troopers are all under AiSP control. Easy to spot if you know the body language.

“Did you kill my squad?” Blaze asks. “Are they dead?”

“They will be,” Dr. DeBeers says. “Although I haven’t heard from the Slides yet. AiSP? Have any riders reported?”

“No, doctor,” the AiSP responds in the doctor’s com only. “I do show Slides still operational, but not moving. Unfortunately, my control of the troopers is limiting my ability to check vital signs on the riders. However, I am detecting-”

“Doesn’t matter,” Dr. DeBeers says. “Even if they killed the riders, they won’t last long in the Sicklands without an operational transport or an AiSP.”

“We’re GenSOF,” Blaze says defiantly. “We can handle anything.”

“Couldn’t handle the Clean Guard though,” Dr.

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