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by Joshua Allen
the bullet, and the reaction time of people nearby, tucked into
places of business and the homes that sat atop them, as was the
clinging to the walls of his oven?) and dreamed it and lived it.
target. The equation had already been solved. What was happening
caught this time. This time. It reassured him that no, he would
was required for the job. The last thing he needed was a target
One thing Peck knew about this target but didn't entirely
what Peck had to do. Peck would be aware that Samarth could
university and home. Even that seemed unlikely, given that one
Samarth's life was the word simulation. Peck has smiled reading
he knew well. One that he used to describe his own life. One
that popped into his head while doing anything from fucking to
Simulation.
that Samarth knew this and studied it and devoted his life to it
the dark one night while mumbling about Peck being a little
schoolgirl.
shame he had to die. But Peck had been paid through the usual
hide the act from a crowd better. From the second Samarth
Peck had decided to cling to. Difference was the key in the
simulations he had worked out. Start looking too close at
the algorithm and the end result was that you would screw up and
get caught.
Why? Because you had just killed someone you liked. You
yourself, except you did it back in your house when you were
planning. And so when you run the simulation you mess up because
you want the guy who killed you to get caught. It was a
universal truth.
sitting on the edge of the couch just outside the door. He knew
what was going on. The other people in the party probably did
too, but none of them was uncouth enough to stare. Peck had
god.
girl home. He had said to her the same things he'd heard Sam
say. She'd screamed, tried to break the bonds. He'd had to cut
Peck had found the sex act distasteful, even if there was
This was not the place. Kids had sharp eyes and high energy and
This is it, Peck told himself. This is the time you get
caught. He hunkered down and pulled the stocking cap down over
his untamed, bushy eyebrows. Like the moustache and beard on his
face they were real, but temporary. His hair color was fake and
too long.
He tried to make himself seem even smaller than he was,
once killed. That kid had a certain determination which Peck now
years. It was a shame, the best and brightest kept pissing off
God damn it you just weren't paying attention and now poor
circled the center building when Sam cut through and picked his
man up on the other side, boarding a bus. Peck took the bus
He got off in the neighborhood Sam got off and hurried down
the block toward his quarry. The street was quieter than it had
with his arm raised, green army trench coat flapping behind him
as he ran to catch up. Peck saw the mental calculation cross
Samarth's face. It was a look he'd seen many times. It was the
Peck reached into his pocket. Sam's eyes traced the line of
his arm, but the wrong one. His attention flicked up the raised
arm. The arm that beckoned. He was looking at entirely the wrong
arm of course. The gun was in the other hand, in his pocket.
the moment the gun came out of Peck's pocket. Sam caught the
movement of the live hand now. Sam realized his mistake. His
mind was now calculating another equation, the one that was
telling him how easy it had been to fool him, to spring a trap
"Sam, I--" The woman said before she saw the gun.
Equations melted into panic. The gun roared next to Sam's ear,
missing the mark, kicking a hole in the wood between the known
and the unknown. Sam flinched violently one way, the woman the
other.
Peck had paid dearly for that gun. His cash whistled down
the drain. One shot was all he got, all he'd ever needed. Who
was this woman? That Peck didn't know terrified him. Who was
she?
lodged in his neck, blood went down his back. It was a minor
wound, but Sam must have thought it was over. He reached a hand
Ed ran.
* * *
recording he'd made years ago and burned onto a CD. He'd
There was no one in the room. His bed was a frame with two
pile in the center of the room. The socks cut the chill of the
from the wall. He opened the news wires and scanned for the
story. It hadn't been front page news. His jobs rarely were. A
dead academic meant nothing in a city torn apart as this one had
Nothing.
from last night. His facial hair was gone. His eyebrows were
trim and neat. His hair was three shades lighter, the dye washed
He called.
"Yes, Dr. Nadaranjan did not answer his phone this morning,
Margaret said.
He waited for the inevitable, running through his potential
in his request when he heard the news that Dr. Nadaranjan was
accomplished.
"Name, please?"
"One moment."
that wasn't the real one, was it? That was a worse case--and
yes, he'd not reacted well, but the real simulation, the live
run--
"Who is this?"
worried is all."
Another pause, time in which Ed realized he had dropped his
fake voice. Panic set in. "Are you the one who attacked me? I
have called the police you son of a bitch, I will not be--"
dropped to the busy city street below and smacked off the top of
cab and deflected into a crowd. The brake lights of the cab
flared to life. Ed was out the door and down the stairs. He
ejected out into the alley with purpose. No more fucking around.
Nadaranjan was dead. It was real time now. Yes, last night's
walk up to Sam, put a bullet under his chin and disappear before
* * *
halfway from the doors to the row of metal detectors Ed felt his
confidence and his resolve dwindling. Waiting was what the mass
and worn and ready to go home. Home would, of course, mean two
boatload of cash.
casually for the stairs and up two more flights to Sam's level.
No cops.
had been one of the first things Ed had done when he began
of the key from the end of the hall. At home, he'd blown the
profile of the key up to size and carved his fake from wood,
questions. The key flashed into his hand and slipped inside
Inside he went.
The room was ice cold. He shut the door behind him with a
quiet click. The plan was this: get inside, get something that
before he could even make a noise, leave the way he'd come in.
actually needed to use the key he'd made until this moment. What
did it matter what Dr. Nadaranjan did in his office? Ed wouldn't
frosted over from the cold. The second thing he noticed was the
The entire wall was lined with a network of wires, was lined
the desk near him was a more familiar sight. A giant monitor bank
thick cable and disappeared into the metal rack holding the
discovered the wonders of internet porn and was worried his mom
would catch him. He put his ear to the door. He heard nothing.
figure out that he could manipulate the worlds with nothing more
than his hands. Waving his hand in front of the monitor spun the
world. It was a game. But what sort of game? This is not what
worlds were populated with creatures like nothing he'd ever seen
before.
Some sent shivers down his spine. Seeing them was like seeing a
legs and antenna too long and moving so god damn fast. Except
Simulation.
civilizations.
lived inside them. They were not like snails carrying shells.
That's why it had taken him so long to see it. The creatures
their arms and legs became living organisms that inhabited the
bodies. But he could label the parts limbs and torso by analogy
He moved to view the inside. The burrows were much like ant
beasties not only held the city together, but also fed off it,
bad.
that's what his mind insisted the enormous thing in the heart of
the network was. It was a huge and horrible thing with many
segments, but the only part he recognized for sure was the huge
pink slit that was pink around the edges and swollen with what
their--
"Dr. Nadaranjan?"
The voice was followed by three booming taps on the door.
he had spent the rest of the day exploring this game. And that
"Just wanted to make sure everything was okay, then. I was told
your pants down, huh. I thought you smart types were above all
that."
rounded on the main blade, but sharp on the other. He would most
likely have to slice his own hand open to get the job done.
"I'll give you a minute. I gotta drop a shit, you know?
The man chuckled as he left. Ed eased the door open and saw
rounding the corner down the hall. He closed the door quickly,
certain he'd been spotted, but he hadn't. He closed the door and
perhaps this was the most fascinating videogame he'd ever seen,
but it was a toy nonetheless. This man he'd held in such esteem,
using the most powerful computer in the world, had done nothing
Peck hurried out the door. The guard had thought that Sam
went home, which means that the real Sam had, unless he was at
closet. Peck put the scissors in his pocket and hurried down the
the quad, just another student out late. He gripped the blade of
* * *
car swung around the block and cruised slowly by, then rounded
the block and cleared. They never even shined their lights
toward the new construction on the other side of the street from
large plastic sheet that has been put up over the face until the
the cops thought that Sam was being paranoid. No one's out to
kill you, Dr. Nadaranjan, he could hear them saying. It was just
woman he was with (Sam, I--) would insist even more strongly.
scrambled out from under the plastic sheet that covered the face
now. He reached the door. The bullet hole he had put in the
frame was a nasty scar in the wood, not yet dealt with.
knuckle.
He heard a Sam's voice on the other side of the door fade
a cop, not Edmund Peck. Confusion. His mind was doing that
and Sam was on the ground, nose red with blood. Bitch tried to
scream, but Ed was on her, ramming her face first the edge of
the entrance from the atrium to the living room. She let out a
grunt, almost like she was saying "huh?" and dropped to the
floor.
Sam was struggling to his feet. Peck drove a knee into the
woman's back, and pulled her head off the ground by her hair.
She was only semiconscious. Peck put the knife edge of the
Dr. Nadaranjan shook his head. "Ed, what are you doing? Why
slip into the dermal layer. Blood leaked out in a line. She made
little until Peck dug his knee deeper into her spine. He noticed
that Sam was wearing a bandage over the splinted wound from the
"Who the fuck are you, Dr. Nadaranjan? How do you know my
name?"
"But I--I--"
"Out with it!" Peck drew the scissors across the woman's
until about six months ago. When you vanished. Now you are back.
the woman's head. "Who is this, Sam? She wasn't in any of the
simulations."
I swear to you, she will not hurt you or try to run or anything.
have never seen her. They didn't hire me to kill a woman, just
"And yours. You were the one that had the breakthrough. It
you remember saying that? You gave me the idea. I never got to
thank you."
That did sound kind of like something he would say. How had Dr.
on the phone?"
you--"
"We cracked the code for DNA," Nadaranjan said, though Peck
was lost in his own world, his own simulation. "Not just our
worked, see what DNA was capable of. Could we produce humans
creature from DNA up, and then use that to show us the behavior,
that work, created planets for them to inhabit. When people see
over his bed, belt unbuckled, each end hanging like twin flaccid
name I made up. Your fucking mind games won't work on me,
Doctor."
With that, Peck pulled the scissor blade hard across the
woman's throat. Her head hit the floor with a hollow thud. A low
was he. He and Sam. Those were the variables. Peck squatted down
and put the scissors to Sam's throat. The other man was sobbing,
his hands, opened and closed them. They made a sound like wet
ones, too. Not the dirty ones like he sometimes got, the sick
ones like spiders in his mind that left him screaming into his
pillow long after he should have been asleep. Not like the ones
that always preceded the phone calls from his contact Jericho
get one, but catch him high on the shoulder, so not to kill him.
Both cops would draw their guns, fire three shots into him point
times. One bullet would hit his brain, this fake brain of his,
the simulated brain, and that would cut this exercise short.
He would wake up in the world then, mission accomplished.
His body would be his home. He would detach his limbs from Peck,
join that body to the network of reality and settle into his
home, secure and happy, letting the vibrations of the queen lull
from the start and not fought so hard against the feeling. This
was new.