Ryan Time by Craig Robertson

Author:Craig Robertson [Robertson, Craig]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781733113748
Publisher: Imagine-It Publishing
Published: 2019-09-19T06:00:00+00:00

ELEVEN

Body Maker-lop was in rest mode, wishing he could dream. Waking was such bliss, that it seemed wrong to it that rest should be necessary but so dull. It was pleased, when awake, that the ship's time-energy stores were three quarters full. That was unheard of. The best any clan ship ever achieved before was just over a fifty percent load. After assimilating the central singularity, the various clans had begun trolling the galaxy for lesser, but rich, fields to make no-time. In a month, the galaxy would be mostly transformed and the clans could make for new space. New assimilations. New joy. Joy could only be felt when awake, so that was what the body-maker preferred. If it was able …

In its personal area, there resting, it heard a sound that that never existed before. The squawk of an alarm. Many generations ago, it was told that alarms had been installed, but none had ever spoken. Their sound was most unwelcome. The body maker grew angry with the alarm. It willed that they didn't speak. The sound made it … afraid. It had been told fear existed, but it thought those were just idle words, air-beliefs of lesser beings.

Slowly it drifted toward the control space. The alarm-speech grew louder, and more unwelcome, as it advanced.

“Mechanical maker,” it said upon entering control, “what is this alarm? Why is this alarm?”

“I am now uncertain. Signal makers are saying it speaks because there is trouble. A disturbance is amongst the clan.”

“What is trouble, fool?”

“Word makers tell me it means events touch us that we must not want.”

“Summon a word maker. These words are void of meaning.”

“I believe the trouble is that one of our clan ships is gone, and our own ship is impaired.”

“Where did a clan ship go? I agreed on no going.”

“It went nowhere.”

“If it went nowhere, it is still here, you desiccated fool.”

“No, body maker, it went and where it went was to nowhere. It went to oblivion.”

“You are disagreed with by me. Is the clan ship not present here?”

“Yes and no. Yes parts are here, but meaning is not. The clan ship and the clan family are random now.”

The body maker swelled to three times its favorite size. It struck the ceiling and huge chunks flew away. It roared like death and thought of the end time. Then it shrank back and was able to ask, “What impairment does our craft have?”

“A tunnel now exists in Engine One and part of Personal Arena POF is not attached. Clan who were there are now random.”

“You speak the null set. They cannot be random. There can exist no tunnel. We make tunnels. We do not be tunneled.”

“I am in agreement with you, but that makes me not in agreement with the way reality is presently configured.”

“I will go to Engine One and see this tunnel.”

“Body maker, another clan ship has just gone nowhere.”

So two are not?”

“Two are not. Five are impaired. On one of five, the speech maker says randomness is visible to it in minutes.

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