Asimov's SF, August 2008 by Unknown

Author:Unknown
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2011-07-10T14:01:34+00:00

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Short Story: WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO SEE

by Jack Skillingstead

Jack Skillingstead tells us, “This is one of a handful of stories I wrote after attending a science fiction event in Tempe, Arizona. It was nice visiting a fictional landscape other than the Pacific Northwest. Two of the stories had optimistic conclusions. One did not. I’m not saying which ending the present story has. Readers can find one of the other Arizona tales in Lou Anders’ Fast Forward 2 anthology.

It sat in a cold room.

Outside that room a Marine handed me an insulated suit. I slipped it on over my street clothes. The Marine punched a code into a numeric keypad attached to the wall. The lock snapped open on the heavy door, the Marine nodded, I entered.

Andy McCaslin, who looked like an over-dressed turnip in his insulated suit, greeted me and shook my hand. I’d known Andy for twenty-five years, since our days in Special Forces. Now we both worked for the N.S.A., though you could say my acronym was lowercase. I operated on the margins of the Agency, a contract player, an accomplished extractor of information from reluctant sources. My line of work required a special temperament, which I possessed and which Andy most assuredly did not. He was a true believer in the rightness of the cause, procedure, good guys and bad. I was like Andy’s shadow twin. He stood in the light, casting something dark and faceless, which was me.

It remained seated—if you could call that sitting. Its legs, all six of them, coiled and braided like a nest of lavender snakes on top of which the alien’s frail torso rested. That torso resembled the upper body of a starving child, laddered ribs under parchment skin and a big stretched belly full of nothing. It watched us with eyes like two thumbnail chips of anthracite.

“Welcome to the new world order,” Andy said, his breath condensing in little gray puffs.

“Thanks. Anything out of Squidward yet?”

“Told us it was in our own best interests to let him go, then when we wouldn’t it shut up. Only ‘shut up’ isn’t quite accurate, since it doesn’t vocalize. You hear the words in your head, or sometimes there’s just a picture. It was the picture it put in the Secretary’s head that’s got everybody’s panties in a knot.”

“What picture?”

“Genocidal carnage on a planet-wide scale.”

“Sounds friendly enough.”

“There’s a backroom theory that Squidward was just showing the Secretary his own secret wet dream. Anyway, accepting its assertions of friendliness at face value is not up to me. Off the record, though, my intuition tells me its intentions are benign.”

“You look tired, Andy.

“I feel a little off,” he said.

“Does Squidward always stare like that?”

“Always.”

“You’re certain it still has the ability to communicate? Maybe the environment’s making it sick.”

“Not according to the medical people. Of course, nothing’s certain, except that Squidward is a non-terrestrial creature possessed of an advanced technology. Those facts are deductible. By the way, the advanced technology in question is currently bundled in a hanger not far from here.

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