The Beam: Season One (36 page)

“Did she just laugh?” said one of the men, stopping. The other kept walking, and Kai had the distinct impression that they’d tear her in half down the middle. She wondered if nanos could repair a half girl. She also wondered if her vagina would end up with the right or left half, and this mattered because it was her moneymaker. But then she had a harrowing thought. While the idea of being ripped in half was only interesting as an intellectual exercise, the idea that she might rip
at the vagina
was downright terrifying. It made sense, too, seeing as it was a natural structural failure point.
 

“She didn’t laugh,” said the second voice above her. She couldn’t see either man. Her neck no longer worked. She didn’t remember why, but it seemed to involve pain and the distinct impression that death would be grand. Preferable to living, anyway.
 

“I heard her laugh,” said the first voice.
 

“She’s spent an hour on an Orion and showed nearly flat when we ran her through the scanner. She’s as good as dead. I don’t think someone with brainwaves that flat even
can
laugh.”
 

“I can’t kill someone who’s laughing,” said the first voice. “It’s too creepy.”
 

Kai’s right arm and leg jiggled. The motion caused the rest of her to jiggle. Her vision went with it. Her vision’s rhythm was as hilarious as the idea that she was flat. She wasn’t particularly well-endowed, but none of her clients had ever called her
flat
. Nicolai in particular had always said that anything more than a handful was wasted.

“Hey sweetheart!” said a cheery voice from the jiggling side. “Are you having a good time?” Then: “See? Flat.”
 

Kai tried to say that she wasn’t flat. She failed, drooling instead. But immediately afterward, she seemed to realize they weren’t talking about her chest. They were talking about her brain. The thought was no longer hilarious. She wasn’t sure why any of it mattered, though it certainly seemed to. She wanted to sit up and think, but her body still wasn’t responding.
 

“I
heard
her laugh,” said the first voice.
 

“Why do you give a shit?”
 

“I’ve… I’ve never done this before.” The voice sounded nervous.
 

“It’s not killing,” said the second voice. “It’s disposal. Look at her. She’s gone.” He paused. “What a waste. She’s pretty hot.”
 

“Yeah,” said the other man. Kai found that she could interpret his voice — not his words, but their inflection. Something inside her wanted to attribute emotions to the voice’s timber, and Kai found she could hear his heartbeat, could feel his skin where he held her wrist and ankle. Sensors in her own skin added data about temperature and vasodilation to what was becoming a character profile of the man on her left side. She wasn’t totally aware of where she was, but a separate part of her had roused. That part seemed to be trying to shake her awake from inside. Kai saw it in her mind’s eye as a reboot, internal lights flickering and circuits again starting to fire.
 

“Want to check out her tits?” said the second voice.

“What? No!”
 

“Oh, so tossing her in an evaporator is okay, but checking out the wares isn’t. What does it matter?”
 

“Exactly,” said the other man. “What does it matter? Give her some dignity.”
 

“Said the man about to kill a woman.”
 

“You just said it wasn’t killing!”
 

“Pal, she’s ready for Respero either way. They let her go and she’s a brainless vagrant. They’d pick her up right away, and they’d do the same thing. You ever seen a Respero chamber up close?”
 

“My dad had a really fancy Respero dinner a while back,” said the voice. Kai found she was increasingly awake somewhere inside, now able to muster pity at the man’s statement. He said “Respero dinner” like it was a fond memory rather than state-mandated euthanasia. Funny how all it took was a generation of repetition to convince people that murder was honor.
 

“Well, this is the same deal. We’re just doing it sooner. And I say, let’s throw her in naked.”
 

The stronger of the two voices let her down, and Kai found her head leveling, her right hand and leg lying on some hard, cold surface underfoot. Now she could see the evaporator a few feet ahead, looming above them like a furnace in an ancient track home. The door on the front was already open, but the furnace itself hadn’t yet been turned on. The inside was pristine, like a tiny sterile hospital room.

As the second man laid her down, Kai found that she could see both of the men who’d been carrying her. The strong voice was coming from a large man, probably over six feet tall and easily two hundred and thirty pounds. The timid, hesitant voice belonged to a thin man wearing glasses. Both were in blue coveralls, like the Directorate janitors who stole jobs from hard-working cleaner bots.
 

Kai felt tiny inklings of strength returning to her limbs, but she breathed deeply, forcing her muscles to stay limp. A kind of electricity was running all through her body, lighting everything. She felt herself powering up like a machine, but the returning strength was a fraction of what she usually had. Whatever Kane had done to her had popped Kai like a bubble. As she laid on the floor like a dishrag, Kai estimated that if she were to stand right now, she might have the strength of a moderately ambulatory towel.
 

The big man began fumbling with her shirt as the other man continued to protest. He was having problems with her dead arms, which were nothing if not in his way.
 

Then all at once, she realized what had happened.
 

Kai carried herself like escorting was all wine and roses, but she wasn’t stupid; she knew she’d chosen a dangerous profession. When she added in her few murder-for-hire jobs and her habit of stockpiling secrets, Kai’s activities put her quite a bit nearer to peril on a daily basis than most people. Hence the defensive add-ons; hence the manipulative enhancements… and hence her installed ability to play possum. Kai had been shot twice, and the only reason she was still around today was because she’d been able to play both wounds as fatal. One of the men who’d shot her had run off, but the second had stayed to check her pulse. He’d found her heartbeat stilled, her breath ceased. But it got even better; if he’d stuck around, he’d soon have found her skin cool and her galvanic responses absent. Thanks to the possum enhancement, trauma sent Kai into hibernation, and coming out of that hibernation felt like a system reset. She realized she’d have a strong pulse now, and normal brainwaves. Best not to give the men any reason to check.
 

“These are
nice
,” said the first man, reaching under her shirt. “Let’s keep her.”
 

“What?”
said the first man.
 

“Like a doll. A big, retarded doll.”
 

The first man both looked and sounded panicked. “You can’t do that! What the hell is wrong with you? You… Kane! Kane will kill you, Paul! I’ll… I’ll tell him!”
 

The first man, who’d mostly straddled Kai’s inert form, rolled his eyes. “Relax. Holy West. I was kidding. Nice to know who’s side you’re on, though.”
 

Kai could tell the big man had actually only been
half
kidding, because as he sat on her chest, a stiffness in his crotch belied the fact that he was rather enjoying himself. It wasn’t a big deal to Kai; his fondlings were buying her time. So she used that time to move her mind beneath the veil of consciousness and assess herself. Her mind saw the possum program as a dashboard filled with lights. Right now, every meter on that dashboard was only lit a quarter of the way up. Enough to run, maybe, but not enough to
out
run anyone.
 

Right now, Kai couldn’t be strong or fast. She’d have to figure out how to get the most out of what she had.
 

The thin man had turned, looking at the evaporator. Her hand was at his ankle. Kai wondered if she could trip him. But then what?

“Come on, Paul,” he said to the bigger man. “Let’s toss her in and be done.”
 

“So now you’re
for
killing?”
 

“If the alternative is this, yes.” He glanced at the big man, who was still straddling Kai.
 

Kai found a spot deep in her throat, then made a shallow noise. Enough to be overlooked.
 

“Did you hear something?” said the man on Kai’s chest, cocking his head.
 

“No.”
 

“I think she made a noise.”
 

“Maybe she wants you to get off her.”
 

The big man smiled an evil smile. “Maybe she
likes
it.”
 

Kai made the noise again, louder this time.
 

“What’s that, sweetheart?” said the big man, leaning in. He puckered his lips for a kiss. The thin man in glasses turned away.
 

Kai let the big man push his lips onto hers before she pushed back, then bit his nose with everything she had.
 

The man tried yanking his head away, but even a quarter-strength bite from Kai’s strong jaw was enough to embed her incisors and canines deep enough that he wasn’t able to easily shake free. He tried to stand, but the weight of Kai’s head (and, as he rose farther, her torso) stopped him. He lost his balance and tumbled forward. Kai’s knee was ready, catching the man in the balls.
 

The thin man spun. Kai might be able to reach
his
nuts too, but it would be a paltry strike, and she was betting it wouldn’t be necessary given the personality profile she’d worked up on him. So instead, her face smeared with the big man’s blood, Kai widened her eyes and snarled,
“Run.”
 

After a moment of indecision, the man ran.
 

With only one assailant to contend with, Kai rated her chances at fifty-fifty. She’d taken the man off-guard, and he appeared closer to janitor than soldier. His struggles had sawed her teeth further into his nose, and she felt herself press against something unyielding and rubbery. So she was down to the cartilage already? That was fast.
 

The big man was flopping all over, rolling and thrashing and spraying droplets of blood like rain from the sky. A great glut struck Kai’s own nose and lips before it ran down her neck, smelling like copper. She realized she would never be able roll him by force — especially clamped onto his nose and as weak as she was — so she growled “
Roll over”
around her gritted teeth and kneed him in the jewels again. This time she struck them sidelong as if trying to carom one of his testicles off the other like a trick pool shot. He flinched away and she rolled with him, now on top.
 

Despite his agony from both ends, the man was gaining his wits. His arms came up and found Kai’s neck, so she put one thumb into each of his eyes and pushed until she felt brain. Or at least, she imagined it was brain.
 

When Kai stood, covered in gore and weak at the knees, the man in blue had two bloody hands covering his face, howling.
 

“Hope my tits were worth it,” Kai said, spitting fragments of nose back into his face. Then, unable to stop herself, she added, “Oh, who am I kidding? Of course they are.”
 

She ran.
 

Sixty seconds earlier, the thin man had left through a door at the far end of the warehouse space, so Kai went the other way. It made sense that he’d run back to mommy — toward the center of whatever this building was — so the opposite direction should lead her to the nearest perimeter. She was right, and soon found herself facing a small lawn and an unimpressive eight-foot chain link fence.
 

An alarm began screaming. She could already hear yelling and the tromping of feet. She assessed her chances. The fence was just a barrier and nothing more. It wasn’t intended to keep prisoners in, because wherever she was looked more like a factory than a prison. There were no guard towers. But, maybe a hundred yards distant, she could see black-clad Beamers starting to swarm. They’d have slumberguns, probably even slamguns. And seeing as she was already supposed to be dead, they wouldn’t hesitate to use the latter.
 

Kai looked at the fence and leapt.
 

But she’d forgotten how weak she was, and found she could barely leave the ground. Her legs extended; hyperextended; she came up on her toes; her face met the fence. She grabbed it and, feeling her limits and seeing the closing Beamers, began to feel her heart hammer in panic. She got one foot up, pushed, missed her toe-hold with the other. She pulled with her hands, now finding the fence’s top, feeling the tines of twisted wire there gouging long scratches into her arm as she pulled and missed. Then she was up and over, falling hard onto the ground and feeling her wind knocked from her.
 

There was no time to waste. The Beamers were close. They fired through the fence, and Kai felt the nano-driven pellets woosh around her head, trying to find her. She dove into a deep patch of foliage and clawed through the green, feeling it on her hands, face, and mouth. It was fucking poison ivy. She hoped her nanos were up to the task, because she would have a bitch of an itchy rash to clear. If she survived, that is.

Without warning, Kai tipped forward. Quite by surprise, she’d found the edge of the ivy, the edge of the building’s property, and a steep, rocky downslope all at once. She went ass-over, rolling in an untidy somersault. Something snapped in her chest and she yelled out, but her cry was drowned in the firing of slumbershots, slamshots, and the scrabble from a scree of rocks sliding beside her. She reached the bottom in a heap, feeling nearly dead and completely battered, then climbed behind a fallen log and waited. And waited. And waited. But above her, the ridge was clear. The Beamers hadn’t tried to climb the fence. Maybe they still would. Thanks to the fall, she’d regained her lead, but she had to keep moving.