The Cyber Chronicles IX - Precipice by T C Southwell

Author:T C Southwell
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lost, despair, humanity, precipice
Publisher: T C Southwell

Kole yanked the sheet up to the cyber's neck, and Martis pushed the button that retracted the table's legs. Kole towed it towards the door, which opened to reveal the soldiers who waited outside.

The hacker brushed past them, grumbling, "Bloody useless arsehole, wasting our time. Come on, we're in a hurry to get back to our ship. Your so-called cyber tech's about as much use as hair on the end of my willy, and almost as annoying."

The men chuckled and led the way back through the huge ship. Kole checked his watch in the lift. Five minutes had already passed. One of the soldiers peered at Sabre.

"So what's wrong with him?"

"Some sort of brain buggering virus or something."

The man recoiled. "Is it contagious?"

"How the hell should I know? Do I look like cyber tech to you?"

"What did Tarl say?"

"He didn't know, but he couldn't fix him either."

As they approached the docking port, Kole slowed, glancing at his watch again. Two minutes remained before the convulsions would begin, and at the speed they were moving they would be aboard by then. He stopped and bent to study Sabre's face. The soldiers came back, frowning.

"What's the problem?" one asked.

"I don't know... Something's not right, though," Kole said.

"I thought you were in a hurry?"

"Yeah, well that tech of yours gave him a jab, and it looks like it's doing something weird. If it's going to cause a problem, your guy had better be able to fix it. This is a valuable piece of equipment, you know."

The man stepped closer, scrutinising Sabre. "I don't see anything odd."

"And how much do you know about bloody cybers?"

"Nothing, I guess."

Kole glanced at his watch and continued towards the docking port. "Maybe I was imagining it."

As they entered the staging area, Sabre's spine arched and the brow band filled with red lights. The stretcher wobbled, and Kole grabbed the edge of it. Martis tried to steady the other side.

"Bloody hell!" Kole yelled. "Get that tech of yours down here right now! He's going berserk!"

Sabre remained rigid for a second, then flopped about. Kole pretended to be knocked down, and Martis yelped in alarm as the stretcher swayed, almost tipping Sabre off.

"Get your tech!" Kole bellowed at the gaping soldiers. "Now!"

The men glanced at each other, looking alarmed, but reluctant. "He's not allowed -"

"Goddammit! Get him now, or this will turn into a bloodbath! This bastard could kill us all! Move it!" Kole shouted as he jumped up and grabbed the edge of the wobbling stretcher. Sabre writhed and thrashed, and Kole leant on it, dipping one side. Sabre rolled off, and Martis shot Kole a horrified look. Kole stepped back as Sabre lashed out with flaccid arms, his eyes open to reveal the whites. Foam oozed from his mouth, adding to his horrific aspect. One of the soldiers went over to a com-link on the wall and touched it.

"Tarl, get down to the docking port now. We have a problem with this cyber."

Kole tried to pick Sabre up, and Martis went to help him, struggling to hold onto the writhing cyber.

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