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.”“What about the Drones?” I asked, looking over at Ezra.“We designed them to survive, even if humanity did not.They were to be a last line of defense.They would be left behind in the event the invaders made their way to Earth, and wiped out humanity.”“They justified creating us to fend off an invasion? What a bunch of crap,” Ezra whispered, taking his goggles off.“Indeed?” Dr.Helmet said calmly.I didn’t understand what he was suggesting at first.Ezra’s eyes turned into slits and I thought maybe he was really angry.Then the tears started to flow, he was so sad.“I don’t understand,” I said trying to comfort Ezra.“I agree, the invasion was likely a cover, and the real reasons for Drones being deployed are somewhat more sinister,” Doctor Helmet stated trying to be as delicate as possible.“It is possible the Central Global Government concocted the invasion as a way to sidestep laws regulating cloning and genetic manipulation to build a slave race.”“Who would believe such a thing?” Ezra hissed.I struggled with the concept, never having thought much beyond the small events of my own life.I lingered for a moment on those thoughts.I grew up downtown with no parents, living where I could, no one to guide me.Never even suspected I was a nano-thing-a-ma-jig.“Please understand, I only know what I was told and had a very cursory role in the MDC Project.I know far more about the part of the project that gave birth to the Drones,” Dr.Helmet began slowly.“Type One Drones, we were made to be killers, yes?” Ezra growled angrily.“No, of course not.”“I heard you talking upstairs, about how you might come to regret helping me.Something about most of the blood on me not being my own,” Ezra snapped, waving his claw dismissively.“Understand that some of every sample of the Metasapient, Drone, and Clone Project went rogue.I couldn’t be sure you weren’t one of the rogues,” Dr.Helmet explained.“I seem pretty good at destroying other people,” Ezra hissed remorsefully.“True, but you’ve likely only killed to protect your tribe or your friends.Have you ever killed in cold blood, because you like it? Do you not feel remorse?”“Humans rarely seem to draw such a distinction.”“True.I believe there is a fine line between someone who is just a killer, and someone who is a protector.Ezra, I think you’re a protector.It is what we designed the Type One Drones to do, preserve the lives of the others.” Dr.Helmet put his hand on Ezra’s shoulder.“I have met few humans half as noble as the least altruistic Drone,” Ezra muttered batting Dr.Helmet’s hand away.“I wish I had something more to tell you.Most of the members of my team have passed away or vanished.I still have the data I took with me when I quit the project,” Dr.Helmet remarked sadly.“No.I’ve heard enough.Let’s get out of here, Taylor,” Ezra said tugging on my arm.“Thanks for the tea!” I said.I followed Ezra out through the blast doors.Dr.Helmet stepped out into the tunnel behind us shutting the blast doors.He escorted us back out through the clinic once he was sure it was safe.He caught Ezra by the shoulder as we were leaving and gave him some extra bandages.“Thanks,” Ezra said tucking them away.“If you change your mind about that data, you know where to find me.”Ezra and I made our way back downtown just as a black transport carrying a bunch of Collectors landed nearby.From hiding, we watched them question Dr.Helmet fruitlessly.Eventually they got back in their Spookymobile and took off, leaving the doctor to open the clinic for the day.Ezra and I crouched inside a cardboard box behind a dumpster for the majority of the morning planning our next move.We had no idea where Silverstein had gone, and trying to travel in uptown during the day was a sure way to attract attention.We decided the best thing to do was spend the day following the Collectors and try to find out from where they were operating.“What do you think really happened to Silverstein? How he came to be in that alley unconscious and without a memory,” I asked following Ezra through an alley.“It is not what either of you suspect, that much I’m certain of,” Ezra replied.“How do you know?”“My nose knows.Silverstein, his murderous double, the mansion, his office at Uroboros Financial… none of it smells right when compared to one another,” Ezra remarked, after taking a moment to find the right words.“I think I understand what you’re saying.”We walked along the street beneath the tattered awning of the old glitz and nightclub row, trying to watch what few of the Collector’s transports we could.It seemed like they were taking off and landing near the waterfront, a place I was loathe to visit.It was full of establishments designed to cater to men who had been at sea for months, warehouses, and huge cranes used to offload ships.All our observations from the ground kept pointing to somewhere in that area.It was a long walk, and this was a part of downtown Ezra and I were unfamiliar with.It was almost nightfall before we found what we were looking for.The sign on the chain link fence around the property read “Alphadein Inc.No Trespassing.” Ezra pressed up against the fence, and we both gazed about to the dark interior of the lot.There were lots of those same black transports, wheeled trucks, and a large concrete industrial structure.“Ezra, now that we’ve found where they hang out, what do we do?”“Watch.”That’s exactly what we did, all night.Thankfully the Collectors weren’t good at maintaining the property so there were plenty of bushes and trash heaps outside giving us places to hide.We watched as the transports would land, sometimes unloading what looked like small sacks of something heavy [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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