INTRODUCTION
Thank You.
I'd like to
say that everything in this novel came from me and that the inspiration, the
ideas and the characters all came from the deepest reaches of my own
imagination: that it's all MINE! But it's not. No
novel that takes a couple of years to write is completed without the help, encouragement and inspiration of others. And there've been a lot of "others" in the writing of The Reality Wars.
First, thanks to my beautiful,
sophisticated college student daughter, Cassie Mae, for letting me use her once
again in a story involving a talking computer virus. And I hope she's grateful that I didn't kill her off as I've done with
so many of the people close to me.
Next, great kudos and lasting
gratitude to two amazing women, WhiteFeather (whitefeatherhunter.com) and
Deanna Musgrave (deannamusgrave.com), for letting me use them as Loac and Shade. Not all the women in your life will let you
portray them as murderous, ball-busting, genetically modified lesbians.
And thanks to Brad Parks, my
webmaster, with whom I discussed some of the early ideas for the novel. Most
people just tell me to shut and go away. Such is the life of a writer.
Thanks, Megan Loch, who, along
with Deana, inspired the character, Loac.
Thanks to the wonderful ladies at
the Second Cup Coffee Shop (where I wrote every word of this novel). You
provided me with coffee, encouragement and never once told me to shut up and go
away.
Finally, thanks to Howard Li (who
also lives most of his life at the Second Cup) for all your words of
encouragement and not telling me to shut up and go away.
That's it. Now,
I'll shut up and go away.
CHAPTER 1 - SONG
The light glowing around Jana
Reede's astonished eyes radiated through the nanglass
porthole straight from the impossible. What she was seeing couldn't
exist-it was impossible. Her thighs ached suddenly for... what? Pleasure? Here?
In this place at the end of the universe? Light washed gently over her breasts.
Where was her uniform?
Her crew stood silently, gaping
at this thing that threatened to eat into their brains and turn their minds
into porridge. Tig's normally calm face swirled with terror. Swirled. Then he
was gone. Was that a smile in the swirl just
before he popped out?
Kasna dropped
to her knees. Her mouth opened around a long shrill scream that blended with
the light into something terribly solid, wrapping sound and light around her
head. She smiled contentedly just before she spilled over the deck with a
satisfied grunt. Jana smiled too. Yes,
she's liquid now. Liquid. For some reason, this
seemed right for Kasna.
Balin laughed uncontrollably at Kasna flowing over the deck, splotches of her fluid
alternately giggling and moaning. Martx sneered at
Balin and ogled Jana's breasts as they glowed in the unthinkable light. There
was no way to explain it. Nothing like this had ever been seen before. But it
was why they were here-why they'd traveled
through thousands of galaxies and vast stretches of cold nothingness to come to
this. And there it was, spilling out from the fabric of space and time itself,
immense, larger than worlds. It was alive, but not alive. Swelling, but not
moving. Glowing, but invisible. They could feel it, but they couldn't
know it. Jana giggled. She tried to put her hand to her mouth, but she had no
idea where her hand was. Martx became light-the beams
of him bouncing off the walls and ceiling. He splashed happily off the floor, a
puddle of laughter with a nose, a nose with light pouring from it like
fluorescent mucus. The nose snorted sparkles, and he was gone.
Stars glowed in the space around
the object. But this is impossible. Jana
giggled. Of course it's
impossible. They'd never doubted it would be
anything else. But no puny human mind could have imagined this impossibility. It was said to be from
another universe, from a place or time that had no definition here. Jana could
accept that. This is really fucked.
The bastards
at Control called it the Texture, but there was no texture here. This was about
the most textureless thing she'd
ever seen. It defied form. Its color was the absence
of color and the combination of all possibilities of color. Jana felt a hot wetness growing between her legs,
like sun-heated waves on a beach. But she'd never been
to a beach, had never stepped out of a ship onto the land of any planet. She
was a space child, and had been for over two hundred years. How did she suddenly
know sun-heated?
Light flowed out of her nipples.
This was madness. She loved it. Balin breathed, swallowing air in massive
chests full until his head turned into a laughing beach ball and then into a
boulder. He breathed faster and his head filled the deck and Jana was feeling
her wetness and glowing nipples somewhere in the perspective of Balin's mind.
She liked Balin's thoughts as he engulfed her. She had no idea what was
happening, but it felt good even though she was long past her ability to know
what she was feeling with any certainty.
As they closed in on the object,
even the ship came under its influence. The emergency manual control panel
peeled off the wall and floated through the port window toward the object. Jana
checked Quantrols. Nothing. So much for going back to home now.
Balin, who now contained her,
nodded yes from some distant point in her mind.
They continued to close in on the
object. The size, the size. Its
shape was everything and nothing, like something spilling out of a void and
bringing the void with it. Its edges splashed against the fabric of other
realities. Yes, those are stars in distant galaxies glowing around
its edges.
Nice thoughts, said
Balin from a beam of light glowing out of Jana's nipple.
I don't think we'll be making a return trip this time, she
thought directly into Balin's mind.
Return trips
are overrated, thought Balin from the wetness
in Jana's thighs.
Jana laughed. Balin had always
been fun.
"Me too!" squealed Kasna, somehow voicing herself as she washed in like waves
over the interior landscape of Balin's life, which appeared as a storyboard on
white cards as tall as skyscrapers stretching into eternity. Written on each
card in some indecipherable ancient script was a memory, a feeling
or a thought. "You're a pretty cool guy, Balin," said Kasna.
"I'm a story. A history of
myself."
Jana wondered about suddenly hearing Balin and Kasna
instead of feeling them, but it
really didn't seem important at the moment. She let it
go.
"Hey, anybody see Tig or Martx?" asked Kasna like a
breath of air winding through the hearingness of
Jana's glow.
"I think they stepped
out," said Balin.
Suddenly every cell in Jana's
body vibrated slowly like waves moving in slow motion. It was strangely
comfortable and oddly familiar.
"Did you people feel
that?" she said through a long tunnel of glowing nipple.
"It was tingly," said Kasna. "It was like it was trying to say
something."
"It was more than
that," said Balin. "It was trying to... to become something."
"Yes," said Jana.
"That's what it was. It was trying to become."
"It's reaching out to
us," said Kasna. "Look at it. Just look at
it."
And they were all there-Jana,
Balin, Martx, Kasna and
Tig-the crew of the Finder-staring out the port window at the most amazing
thing in the universe... just before it swallowed them.
But not before Jana had a chance
to send one last Quan across the immensity of space straight to the inner
universe. It was a message that would eventually change billions of lives and
create new myths. It was just three words: "It's a song."
***
Every thought, every emotion,
every word was recorded at Control, where a terrified senior commander prayed
to no god that he really believed in that this was finally what she wanted. Or he would be joining the
others before him.
CHAPTER 2 - CASSIE'S STORY
My name is Cassie Mae Hayes. I'm over two thousand years old, and I'm software, but not
just any software―I'm sentient. I'm no more sure
that I have a soul than you are, but I do have awareness of myself and the
ability to make decisions that haven't been programmed into me. I have
emotions, dreams and I view the state of not
being as death, just as you do.
My father―a flesh human
made both me and my mother sentient by tapping our programs into the essential
absurdity of the universe with a computer that operated on bubbles. But that's another story.
Things have changed a lot since
then. My father disappeared one day, no explanation, no note, no clues. After
every attempt to find him failed, my mother killed herself by voluntarily
deleting her program. That never made any sense to me. I mean, she still had
me.
I've hated my
father ever since.
Even though he saved us once,
when an evil―but very powerful―woman named
Bella Bjork kidnapped us and shifted our programs to a computer that couldn't
support our sentience. I mean... kidnapped us in virtual reality. My father
said she wanted to recreate our programming to find out the secret of our
sentience so that she could use it to make herself immortal. It didn't work. We almost died. But my father, along with some kind of weird ally that I've always wondered about, got
us back into his computer just in time to save us. And then he said he was
going to digitize himself and join us in VR, which made sense because he spent
most of his time there with us anyway with his body slacked out back in the
real world. Mom and I were so excited. We were going to be together all the
time, like a real family.
But then he disappeared. And then
Mom killed herself. And then I was alone―a piece of sentient immortal
software, all alone.
But I got by, have been for over
two millennia and like I said, a lot has changed.
A war between the people who
owned the Internet―one that was fought with viruses, worms and just about
every other digital nightmare you can think of―took down the entire
Internet, software and
hardware. It was gone, taking hundreds of millions of hard-wired humans with
it. That wasn't supposed to happen, but I guess all
the rules change in war.
The people who ran it―they
called themselves the Powers, and Bella was one of them―banded together
under Bella (a big mistake) to build a whole new Internet, one that was tapped
into the basic stuff of creation: strings and vibrations. It was a quantum
Internet where everything was entangled so that communications were instant no
matter how far away everybody was. Nobody really knew how it worked, but it
did. And it's been working for over two thousand
years. They called it Quannet.
And as soon as it was chugging
along nicely, Bella had the other Powers killed. Along with their families. And
their friends. Along with anyone even remotely associated with them. She even
had their pets killed. Bella was never known for her charm.
She became the ultimate power in
the universe. She controlled Quannet, the one thing
that joined everybody together from one end of space to the other.
And Quannet
advanced beyond anything they ever dreamed of in the first Internet. They
started connecting fetuses to it―monitoring
them and making adjustments when things started to go
wrong. Then they started using the connection to give them a little
developmental push while they were still in the womb, things like higher IQs,
the ability to communicate at a very basic level at
the moment of birth, things like that. But it wasn't
long after that they started getting really crazy.
They started putting the Quannet connection right into the fetal
brains. Some pretty horrible things happened at first,
but once they got it right, humans were being born with their brains connected
to Quannet and, well, the next step was to breed it
right into the DNA and that's what they did. Connection to Quannet
is hereditary to every natural born and cloned human in the universe.
After that, genetic engineering
and nanotechnology went nuts, breeding new forms of human life that weren't much like human life. Bella didn't
like that. She had most of them killed, all except a few on the outer edges of
the universe and the Clans, technologically enhanced throwbacks to
civilizations recorded in the Old Earth Archives. They were just a little too
powerful, even for her, and they were spread across a lot of space. Bella left
them alone. Sometimes, I guess, when you're running a
whole universe, you have to give a little.
And talking about the
universe-well, it's not much of a mystery anymore. It's been explored from one end to the other, all the
galaxies explored, charted and filed. And guess what? Not one iota of
intelligent life in all that cosmic soup. Not anywhere. It really let a lot of
people down. In fact, it really messed a lot people
up, taking the mystery and excitement out of the universe when life-extending
technologies were making it possible for humans to live thousands of years, maybe
even forever. But we won't know that until forever
arrives.
People didn't
know what to do with all that time. They got bored. Some just turned it all
off―they killed themselves. And they found some really
creative ways to do it. The most creative of them all happens once every
hundred years. It's called the Reality Wars.
CHAPTER 3 - ... AHH
"... ahh..."
... its waking sound after
millennia of mediation, the sound of awareness narrowing into dimensions that
could be spoken and, perhaps, if things turned out and if space and time
survived what was to come... perhaps, communicated to others. Awareness was
always the first step.
It felt the infinity of its own
self, of its mind, body and soul-and yes, it had all of these and had always
had them. It was just a matter of redefining what they meant, of creating new
realities to contain them.
That's what was
starting to happen now. The first note of the new beginnings had been played in
a cosmic opera of destruction and creation. These were the times, the very
beginning of them, for which it had been brought from the depths of its
explorations and into the world of applied meanings.
Again.
But with a twist this time-it was
no longer the destroyer. And strangely, it was comfortable in its new role.
There was much to be done, much
to set in motion, many things to follow to an inescapable end that would be the
beginning.
First though, someone it dearly
loved was in danger, but before it could help, it had to find an old friend.