25.
“Members
of the new City here, I bid you welcome.” The Colonel stood on the podium to
address the survivors that he led out of the City to the new place named the Dome.
They numbered about four hundred sixty-three.
“This
is our new home now but it comes with a price. That price is total loyalty to
me.”
There
were some murmurings and then disbelief glares at him among the count of six
hundred and eighteen survivors which included a hundred fifty-five Enforcers.
“Accept
my words, or be sent off immediately.”
The
murmurings died immediately and everyone stared at the Colonel. The Colonel was
flanked by four Enforcers but they were encased in some armor suit that covered
them from neck below with the head portion covered by a dome-like transparent
cover. With the suit on, the officers looked taller at over seven feet. They
all held a square pack on their back with the cables to the vambrace on the
lower arm where which may appear as projectile barrels.
There
were another ten more of those suits behind the Colonel.
“The
Enforcers that you see before you are of the Special Units that were sent here
to guard this place. I do not call them Enforcers; I called them Terminators Please
allow me to tell you why I name them that.” With that, the Colonel motioned to
the officer on his rear left. The officer stepped up and leveled his right arm
at the piece of scrap metal at the far end of about fifty feet in distance. The
projectile barrel fired a beam of energy pulse that shattered the metal scrap
into small pieces.
“That’s
why they are called Terminators.” The Colonel addressed the assembled there.
“As for all of you, you will be our guests here. Selected members of you will
be allowed to join the Terminators but only after the selection criteria are
fulfilled. Those who failed will be utilized as assistants or …. servant. No
one is without a task.”
Not
even Astrid then who was safe. The chimpanzees have chased her away, and it
ran. It was roaming the City and trying to find some attachment to any clans
but no others will receive the previous leader. Astrid had to shy away from the
chimpanzees which had taken a hostile move toward its presence. When it thought
all was over for the chimpanzee, Astrid found a companion willing to be with.
I am Jonah. You can join me.
Jonah? Were you with Jesty?
Ye, but Jesty dead. I am like you left out. Follow
me. I know of a group that had formed to fight the new leader Napoleon.
I know Napoleon. It’s a bull with no
leadership but bullying tactics. We have to be ready to fight back.
Astrid
was ignored. It took to follow the other and was soon led to the City walls.
They climbed the high walls and then stood on the top looking at the City from
there.
Where are the others? The ones that wanted to fight
Napoleon
There are none.
With
that, Jonah knocked Astrid over the wall to the outside.
Stay out of the City!
That
was on Bernice's mind than when she saw the convoy heading out. She decided to
follow them in. With assorted vehicles, the cruiser blended in. The survivors
came in all forms single and groups but they found the place was devoid of any
supplies to ensure their survival. The numbers grew from a few dozens to a
hundred.
“We
were told that there will be food. We want food! We want …weapons!” The cries
went out among them. Bernice could only sigh then for she has no answer to
them. The only answer came from one of the survivors. He had captured a
chimpanzee then and it was wounded.
“As
we have no food, then we will make our own.” The survivor thrust the sharpened
rod into the chimpanzee neck. “We will eat servants.”
Bernice
for the sidearm but she was stopped by Juanico. Bernice hand hovered over her
sidearm and saw the feeding had begun. It was revolting but the mode of
survival overrode all emotions. She turned away and looked at Juanico who
spoke.
“We
have to blend in. Discard the rifles but keep the sidearms.” Juanico told Bernice. She ran to a secluded
spot and hid the weapons. She had taken a change of clothing and then asked
Bernice to change into it.
“We
will blend in.”
“The …. servants. We need to hunt them to feed
these people.” Bernice swallowed her pride to speak out. “It’s the only food we
can …. eat for now.”
“You
are mad.” Juanico snapped back “We can’t…. We need to survive ourselves.”
So
was Doctor Lanceston then seated in the new unit at the Dome with his sight on
the other seated across. The unit was equipped with consoles and machines that
could churn out the results they want.
“Tell
me, Doctor Julius.” Doctor Lanceston voiced had the scant tone of distaste on
addressing his peer “How long have you been involved here?”
Lanceston
had been seething with anger at the other but he held his emotions for he
needed the reason to kill the other. He was after all a man of science and he
had to know what did transpired to justify the kill if need be.
“Lanceston,
this center had been in existence for over five years now. We discovered it by
mistake and when we search here, we found astounding features that were past
ours. Or maybe it was our past before the war and what we have was the
leftovers. The real stuff is still here. Not all but enough to make us looked
like interns.”
“When
was this?” Lanceston scientific curiosity took over. “What did you find?”
“Five
years ago, the Colonel on one of his journeys to the Outlands found this place
off the usual track. He explored it and was to report it to the Senate when he
was diverted. His ambition took precedent. However, he did brief the scant
details to the Senate and was offered him resources to explore here. It took
him some time to recruit people to come out here and be a part of the discovery.
He had wanted to utilize the findings here for the City when he took over. He
later embarked on the idea of his army among the servants. He then recruited me
to add in new hidden routines that will soon hold his army to obey him.”
“You
failed.” Lanceston insulted the other. “You were never the genius here.”
“I
did not fail!” Julius shouted back. “There were setbacks and we were almost
there until this stupid revolution by the servants. How was I to know that? I
did not plan it that way. It was supposed to work….”
“It
failed because you failed.” Lanceston scoffs again at the other.
“Did
you plan it then? The revolution?” Julius turned frantic for the reply.
“If
I did, would I be telling you?” Lanceston then got up and went to his work
area. He was assigned to find a reversal of servant behavior.
If
there was a reversal to the events then Astrid will be the one most welcome to
it. The chimpanzee picked itself up from the ground and rubbed at the bruises
on its body. It was a tall fall but Astrid had found itself lucky to the land
of the softer ground and not on some scraps. It knew that scaling back the wall
was futile and more to it, it meant returning to hell there. It decided to take
its chances in the wasteland. It had heard of far-flung settlements out there
and some held servants too. Maybe Astrid might find a friend among those. It
was a hopeful feeling.
So
was Lances then when he lowered the rifle. He had shot an ape in the head that
was wandering there. It was a clean shot to the head and death was instant.
“That
will make a decent meal.” Lances voiced up and it made him felt sick to the
body. Killing the servant was what he could do but to eat them, was alike to
cannibalism. He then felt the bile from the stomach reached towards his throat
and threw out the last meal.
“Hey,
Lances. It’s okay. I will figure out some food for you.” Leroy soothed the
other. “We could raid the cities or the settlements for food. God knows where
they get theirs.”
Lances
nodded and then walked back to their hideout in the tall building. He walked
past some survivors and they reached for the slabs of meat handed out by Leroy.
He felt concerned about what had transpired in the last few days. It was like a
nightmare to him.
A long dark nightmare.
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