Project Hyperion by Jeremy Robinson

Author:Jeremy Robinson [Robinson, Jeremy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Mystery; Thriller & Suspense, Thrillers & Suspense, Historical, Military, Supernatural, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genetic Engineering, Thrillers, Science Fiction
Amazon: B013RKZ680
Publisher: Breakneck Media
Published: 2015-09-20T16:00:00+00:00

22

Nothing about the massive machine standing above me looks familiar, other than a hint of 1980s Saturday Morning Cartoon style. In all our sifting through history and the files pilfered from GOD, there has never been even a hint that something like this existed. I’m taken totally off guard by its appearance, and I’m nearly unhinged by its use of the word, “Dad.”

I stagger back as the robot’s arms shake under the weight of Lovecraft’s limbs, pushing down. The masked face that reminds me of a Spartan warrior’s helmet with dashes of Samurai, a smackerel of Wolverine and clearly non-human influences turns back to its Kaiju adversary and pushes back. The robot is a little smaller, but their strength seems equally matched.

My heel catches on an outcrop of rock, and I fall to my ass, looking up at the robot’s back. It’s armored, clearly designed for battle, maybe even battle with a Kaiju. Ancient and/or alien symbols are carved into the armor, forming decorative patterns, or maybe just warning messages that say, ‘Stay the hell back,’ in Klingon. I see the thing’s face in my mind’s eye again. I see the glaring eyes of a solemn judge, but it doesn’t have the vengeful hatred of Nemesis. How could it? I wonder. It’s a robot. Then the single word repeats in my mind.

‘Dad.’

The deep baritone voice projected from the robot sounded foreign, but the inflections beneath the rumbling exhortation...and the word.

Dad!

Collins grabs my shoulder, yanking me back to my feet. “Jon!”

I stumble back, staying aloft only because Collins didn’t let go of me. “Maigo...”

“Jon!” Collins shouts. “We have to go! Now!”

I turn toward her, eyes wide, no doubt looking manic. “It’s Maigo.”

Collins’s next shout catches in her throat. “What?”

I point up at the robot struggling with Lovecraft. “That’s Maigo!”

She stands in shock for a moment, and I see her mouth the word, ‘Dad,’ as the color drains from her face. Then she’s back to reality, pulling me back. “If we don’t leave now, we might never. Move your ass!” She slugs my shoulder. The pain pulls me from my shock.

The three remaining Swarm drones have landed on an outcrop of rock, their engines still running, ready to lift off again. Woodstock has already climbed up and is standing behind one of the drones. “Handles, my ass. How the hell are we supposed to hold on to these things? They’re smoother than my ex-wife’s—”

I leap up behind one of the drones, lean over the top of it and push down on a horizontal line near the nose. A metal bar pops up six inches. They’re used for transporting the drones, but will work as a handle bar. “Lay on top,” I say, and I demonstrate, centering myself over the drone’s back. “Just don’t let go.”

While Collins and Woodstock climb aboard their own drones, I place the VR helmet back on and see just a subtle shift in my view, moving slightly forward and a little lower. The only real difference is that I can no longer see my arms in front of me.

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