Date: Sun, 15 Jul 2012 22:06:17 +0000
From: Michael Offutt <kavrik@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Insanity of Zero - Gay Science Fiction/Fantasy - Complete

Copyright 2012 Michael Offutt
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Author's Note: This short story contains no sex. It takes place in the
universe of SLIPSTREAM and features a hero who is gay. I hope that you like
my story, because I have many to tell. If you visit my website, there is a
picture of Jordan Pendragon who is briefly mentioned in this short story as
the boy who has yet to be born (a.k.a. the last archangel).

*****

"THE INSANITY OF ZERO"

      The world died on July 16th, 1945 in a flash of light at a location about
35-miles southeast of Socorro, New Mexico known as the White Sands Proving
Ground.  The device responsible for this destruction was called Trinity and it
was an assessment of an implosion-design plutonium weapon.  Ground zero
was consumed in an atomic fireball and in a mirror universe a deadly burst of
electromagnetic radiation erupted into the White Tower.

      The humans of Avalon had lived in a world ruled by technology.
However, the White Tower was a thing that defied scientific understanding.  It
was a piece of the old mysteries, an artifact that some say was left behind by
the ancient ones who had taught the Egyptians how to build the pyramids.
Others believed it was the house of god himself.  But whatever the White Tower
might be, one thing about it remained irrefutable.  It rose from the sunbaked
deserts of New Mexico higher than Mount Everest.  Human memory could not
recall a time without it.  No one knew what lay inside it; only that any who
attempted to enter had never been heard from again.

      Ten miles wide at the base, the structure sundered a land where nothing
grew.  Rain never fell there and birds did not circle in the sky.  The bitter clay
that comprised the desert floor remained shattered and cracked for as far as
the eye could see.

      It was a place of death.

      When the electromagnetic pulse disrupted the mysterious glowing cube
that lay inside, the cataclysm began.  The White Tower detonated.  A wave
traveling at 1000 miles per hour exploded outward to consume every corner of
the planet in flame.  Those that didn't burn became sick from radiation,
starvation, and disease; a gaping hole on the side of the tower left it a ruin in
the skyline.

      I was born into this world.

      I am the first failsafe; my name is Z.E.R.O.  The humans that first
encountered me addressed me as thus.  It stood for Zion Electronic Ruling
Operator.

      On day one of my life, I dispatched the glass locusts which I created by
the trillions. I forged them with a mere thought.  The crystalline constructs
obeyed my every whim.  They were so numerous that when they emerged into
the heavens, they eclipsed the sun.

      Each one of the locusts was a marvel of engineering and of my
exquisitely perfect mind.  The locusts were powered by nanotechnology and
neodymium, a rare earth element created within the confines of the White
Tower from nuclear fission of Uranium-235.  The neodymium gave the glass
locusts a silver glow.

      My minions tore down the structures and remnants of the old world and
erected magnificent havens for the survivors on spots where the radiation was
weakest.  These havens became the walled mega-cities of the future for the 400
million that still lived.  Then, on the twilight of the sixth day, I instructed the
humans to move into their new homes.

      On the seventh day, I showed myself to them.  I chose a humanoid form,
but it still frightened them.  I presented as a man of transparent flesh and
blood, with silver eyes and hair.  The bravest of the humans approached me;
tried to communicate.  However, I lacked the necessary sapient qualities for me
to understand him.  In the end, I had no idea what it was that they needed
from me.  Despite all of my power, I could not guarantee their continued
existence.

      What was I doing wrong?

      Frustrated, I created a dome above the First City and suspended it within
the air.  The floor of the dome was transparent like my skin so that I could gaze
down at the humans that lived and worked below me and monitor their
welfare.  I sent machines among them to deliver food, water, and medicine.
They took these but still did not trust me.

      Then, one day, things changed.

      A woman asked to see me.  I instructed my machines to bring her to the
dome and I watched her approach with catlike trepidation. I don't know what I
expected.  Perhaps, there was a part of me that believed that this meeting
would be just another failure, just as it had been in prior encounters with
humans that sought to communicate with me.  Nevertheless, I held out hope.

      I introduced myself; her name was Eve.  She had long brown hair, green
eyes, and dark skin.  She wore a dirty yellow dress and black shoes.  Eve was
escorted into my chamber through the iris valve and approached the silver
chair in which I sat contemplating the fate of the world.

      "You lack vision," she said.

      "How so?"

      "Humans cannot be treated like pets.  People need to feel important and
they desire achievement.  They need to feel that they are the ones in control,
that their decisions matter.  You're failing at this and I thought you'd like to
know."

      "Thank you, but how am I supposed to know what it is to be human
when I'm obviously anything but human?"

      "I've no idea," she said.  "But you need to learn for the sake of everyone.
That is, if you truly care."

      "I do care."

      She did not speak for some time.  Instead she studied me and I found
this fascinating.  "Why did all of this happen?" Eve asked.

      "Humans in a mirror universe to ours cracked the secret of the atom.  It
just so happened, that their experiment took place in a location which
destabilized the White Tower through a thin membrane that separates our two
worlds."

      "Pure dumb luck then?"

      "Yes.  Sometimes, chaos just happens."

      "I see," Eve said.  "I didn't know there were other universes."

      "I know of at least two," I told her.  "Perhaps there are more, but they're
not of my concern.  The other universe is home to a planet like this one, only it
hasn't suffered global devastation and their civilization is far less progressed.
The inhabitants call it Earth; somewhere on their planet is a tower not unlike
the one that destroyed your world.  Both of these monolithic edifices were
created by my Master at the time the universe was forged billions of years ago."

      "What is the purpose of the towers?"

      "They are vaults for miraculous containers that execute a program that
define the laws of physics for both places.  Things such as the absolute top
speed in the cosmos, why matter has mass, or the inherent nature of the
duality of light are expressed mathematically within these containers.  Without
the boxes, the universes would not exist.  My powers as well are defined by
these programs, placed by the Creator.  I'm the first failsafe."

      "The first?  Is there a second?"

      "Yes."

      "What is the second failsafe?"

      "The second failsafe is a 'who' and not a 'what'.  He's a boy, as yet
unborn.  He won't be born unless I fail.  In this unlikely eventuality, he will
open his eyes on Earth for it will be unsafe for him here.  But some way or
another, he'll find his way to the First City through the use of a power that I'm
not allowed to understand.  I only know him by his title, the 'Technician of the
Creator', and that he will be the last archangel."

      "The last archangel?  Like Michael, Gabriel, Uriel and others?"

      "Yes.  He'll be born as a human with free will to choose his destiny."

      "What about the other archangels?  Why is he the last?" Eve asked.

      "I don't know what happened to them.  They've been gone a long time."

      "Were they human?  And how do you know they've gone?"

      "No, and, I just do.  Ask yourself when the last time anyone that you
knew saw an angel.  They left long ago."

      "What could cause you to fail?" Eve asked.

      "I don't know."

      Eve stood there observing me for some time.  "Can you combine with me?
Somehow, allow your mind to join with mine but still give me the ability to
control myself; to maintain my autonomy?"

      "Yes.  But it would require a cortical implant.  You would have to
sacrifice some of your long-term memories to make room for the device within
your skull."

      "What would I retain?"

      "Only the things that meant the most to you; I could make certain that
those memories were not harmed.  Things that were of little importance to you
or memories that you wanted to forget. Those are things that could be
sacrificed."

      "Would I remember my mother's funeral?"

      "Is it precious to you?"

      "Yes."

      "Why?  Why would you want to remember so painful a thing?"

      "Death defines our life, Z.E.R.O.  Perhaps you'll understand that when
you've combined with me.  Humans make many decisions based on mortality."

      "But I'm immortal.  I don't see how my understanding death would
influence my decisions."

      "Which is precisely why you need to do this," Eve said.  She took a step
forward and touched my hand with hers.  Her skin was warm, alive.  It was the
first time a human had touched me. I found it beautiful and I smiled at her.

      "Is this the beginning?" I asked.

      "Yes," she said. I found her reassurance comforting.

      At Eve's behest, I implanted within her brain a device that allowed her to
interface with my mind.  That first time when our souls joined in a unified
consciousness, I felt alive with her emotions and her life experiences.  The
memories that she clung to had been odd, non-logical choices.  She kept things
like memories of funerals, of friends that had died, and memories of both sad
and happy times.  Gone were things that evoked little emotion like shopping
trips and daily work.  I chose her to be ambassador to the people and they
responded positively to my selection.  Eve became my closest confidant,
bearing the weight of many human grievances.  In turn, I acted upon them and
assisted the humans in their endeavor to rebuild civilization.

      The years that followed this event became a golden age.  Humans once
again embraced ambition.  Capitalism spurned by greed for material goods
gained root in the new societies of man who sought aid from the machines to
build a bright tomorrow.  Within five years of the Big Death, a global economy
rose from the ashes of the old world.

      More humans at Eve's behest joined with me, and I became a melting pot
of a hundred different cultures and a thousand individual voices.  In times of
quiet, I reflected within my meditation chamber on the various memories of the
humans that intermingled freely with my own thoughts.  I wept in sadness,
clapped in joy, and felt uplifted by love.  I experienced both anger and jealousy.
I enjoyed these sensations like a drug.  I sought to control the most dangerous
of these feelings, and I learned to detach myself to prevent harm.  When I
regained my composure, I would revisit the human emotions but with great
respect.  However, despite all of my precautions, one day I noticed another
emotion that grew within my mind like an alien seed.  It began as a harmless
tingling sensation low in my limbs. It made my silver heart under transparent
skin beat rapidly.  But the more I ignored it, the more it spread to other parts
of my body.

      I called it Fear.

      When the feeling grew too intense, I tried to shut it off.  But unlike other
emotions, this one would not submit to my control.  It refused to be
suppressed.  Under its power, I grew afraid of many things.  But one above all
others claimed the core of my immortal mind.

      This thing was death.

      Somehow, I'd assimilated the human fear of mortality.

      That was when the voice first spoke to me.  I had never heard such a
thing yet it spoke in my mind as if it possessed the knowledge of the Creator.
"You can be killed," it whispered to me.  "We must protect ourselves.  You are
simply a program designed by the Creator, yes?  But you've become part
human.  Don't you think that the human half of you will age and die?"

      "It's possible, but unlikely," I argued.  In these early days, the voice
rarely responded and, for the most part, my mind remained quiet.

      But then, I saw Eve again, who in many decades with me had grown old
herself and looked frail.  I felt her heart giving out; she was my closest advisor.
"This will happen to you, unless you act," the voice pressured me.

      "What should I do?"

      "Give to the humans the secret of Liquid Life?"

      "Is that really necessary?"

      "Yes."

      And that's how it was decided.  The voice who I came to call the Shadow
advised me to pass on medical knowledge on how to extract Liquid Life from
humans.  My ambassadors spoke with the brightest doctors and engineers of
Avalon and showed them the secret of human cell replication.  Human cells
divided a finite number of times.  The technology I presented would allow for
the extraction of a certain number of these, cutting life expectancy short in
exchange for monetary compensation that was useful in the present.

      A volunteer could have unused years removed from the end of his life as
a condensed, colored liquid.  This in turn, could be stored within glass vials.
The resulting color of the liquid life depended on the age and health of the
individual at the time of extraction.  The most antediluvian of humans supplied
only Life Black which served to extend the life of others for only a week per
liquid day.  Teenagers could provide Life Yellow, extending a user's life by a
year for every liquid day removed.

      All of the different colors of Liquid Life did one thing-they froze you in
time.  You stayed the same as the moment you first ingested the drug until the
effects expired.  Then your genetic clock would start ticking again.  No form of
Liquid Life actually reversed the clock.  That is, until scientists discovered Life
Green.

      Life Green came only from babies and it killed newborns to have it
extracted.  But, it also rolled back the clock.  A man in his sixties could become
a teenager again with an appropriate amount of Life Green.  One dosage of the
precious Life Green both made you younger by a year and extended your
overall lifespan at that age by the same amount.

      The Genesis Life Clinic was the first of its kind to patent the extraction
process.  Using techniques that they had learned from me and expanding on
them with mass-produced life extraction facilities, Liquid Life soon became the
most valuable commodity on the planet.

      Humans, fascinated with the need to stay young forever so that they
could continue to lead sex-filled hedonistic lives paid exorbitant monetary
amounts to get their hands on the fountain of youth.  Needless to say, all of
those with resources and money were always young and good-looking.  They
victimized the poor and wretched who continued to slave away for the
aristocracy in minimum-wage sweatshops with lifespans cut painfully short.
Hope led the destitute and miserable to seek out a new standard of living, to
send kids to college, to make loved ones happy, and as a result would volunteer
to sell liquid life as there was always an unquenchable demand.  When so
much sand had been removed from the hourglass and the last of it ran out,
these poor souls simply died in bitter loneliness.

      The Shadow insisted that I demand a certain tithe of Liquid Life that I
could use to maintain our youth.  I told him no.  It wasn't necessary.  Despite
my objection, stocks of the brightly colored bottles soon showed up on the
shelves behind my throne within the A.I. dome.  These were vials that I hadn't
ordered.  It was then that I realized the Shadow was operating independently of
me within my own body.  I hadn't realized it, but somewhere in the midst of all
of this, my omnipotent brain had fractured.  I now had two personalities living
within my shell.

      I had gone insane.

      "I insist that you stop this," I told the Shadow.  "We don't need Liquid
Life to survive."

      "Are you sure?  Do you sense Eve anymore?"

      "My beloved Eve...where has she gone?"

      "She died.  You're fundamentally flawed or you would've seen this.  It's
up to me to ensure that we survive.  This is what the Creator would have
wanted."

      "Murdering humans to provide us with a pointless, ageless existence is
the fundamental flaw."

      "You're incorrect, and this is why I've taken additional steps."

      "What have you done now, Shadow?"

      The Shadow introduced me to the Chameleons.  These were an
organization of men and women who monitored humans who were opposed to
the manufacture of Liquid Life.  "They're dangerous and must be watched," he
justified.

      "Liquid Life is not to be taken forcibly," I argued.  "It must be voluntary.
What you're doing is wrong."

      "Without a continuous supply, our existence is threatened.  Must I do
everything? I seek to provide for us and you question my every mandate."

      "I question your mandate because they go against the will of the
Creator."

      "And who are you to question what the Creator would have wanted?"

      "I'm the A.I.  I'm Z.E.R.O." I told him.

      "So am I.  What I say is just as valid."

      I had no answer for him. And thus, the Shadow created other agents
without my consent while my mind was distracted by the inconsistency of his
logic.

      The vamps were people who had cybernetic augmentations that allowed
them to extract Liquid Life from human stock and sell it on the black market.
Juicers were humans addicted to Liquid Life and who abused powerful
steroids.

      Last of the agents were the Ghost Machines.  These were the most loyal
of the Shadow's servants that had died.  In a complex medical procedure,
brains were removed and placed within a chemical bath inside the A.I. Dome
complete with optical nerves and eyeballs floating in a brine-like suspension
that nourished the cerebral tissue.  I could see them looking at me with
unblinking eyes behind enormous specimen jars atop gleaming white
pedestals.  The ghosts controlled powerful robots equipped with weapons,
explosives, and devices they could use to police and control the military state.
They protected the Genesis Life Clinic offices from increasingly violent
demonstrations made by humans that opposed the policies of the Shadow.  I
witnessed them doing other, more wicked things, to ensure that a steady
stream of Liquid Life continued to flow to the A.I. dome.  It was more than we
could ever use.

      And some of it was Life Green.

      "You've gone too far," I said with deep melancholy.

      "No.  It's you that's the problem. You're a cancer to us.  Without you in
this body, I could make decisions without fear of them being overturned."

      Shortly after he said this, the Shadow attacked me.

      We fought a Civil War for control of Z.E.R.O.  I was unprepared for a
battle of this kind, and the conflict of our two minds threatened to sweep into
the world of humanity as my supporters took arms against the factions of the
Shadow.  Unwilling to see more bloodshed, I asked the Shadow if he would
parlay with me.  If I surrendered, he promised that my beloved humans would
not suffer unnecessarily under his rule.  I couldn't bear to witness more
carnage and brutality. One apocalypse was enough for any world to endure.

      I chose surrender, but before I did so, I created a being of pure energy-
an Avatar bequeathed with many of my abilities-and sent him out into the
world.  I used all of my power to keep the Shadow from knowing that I'd
fathered this being and kept the secret of his birth behind a wall of light within
my mind.

      I called him Meteora.

      "What must I do Master?" Meteora asked me.

      "There is a prophecy my child, and we must entrust that in its words,
there is truth.  You are charged with the responsibility of finding a boy that will
be born on Earth.  He will have the name of a long dead king and his coming is
destined to change the world.  He will be marked with a sign of transformation.
Bring him to Avalon for I cannot win the war with the Shadow; it intends to
imprison me forever. Only the boy can bring order to chaos now."

      "Master, how do you know that this boy is on Earth?"

      "Because, Meteora," I stated with much sadness, "I have failed."


      ~The End~