The Book of Revelation

Thirty-one.

I heard it then, the faint warbling sound of two floaters converging from different directions. In a few seconds they were visible; in a few more, they floated over us and settled down in the park.

They were sport floaters, bright orange and cherry, streamlined like the combat helicopters of my youth 'Cobras,' and they did look like cobras.

The cockpit canopies slid back and a man and a woman climbed out. They were both a little too large, like our pal, and the floaters rocked in gratitude, relieved of their weight.

Both the man and the woman shrank when they saw us. But they left deep footprints in the grass. I wondered why they hadn't just come as floaters. Maybe that took too much material.

The woman was black and stocky, and the man was white and so plain it would be hard to describe his face. Protective coloration, I supposed; a kind of default configuration. They were both wearing togas of natural unbleached cloth.

There was no greeting. The three Omni looked at each other, conversing silently, for less than a minute.

The woman spoke. 'There will be more of us here soon. We are dying too, in violence, the way your friend died.'

'The nameless?' I asked.

'What can you say about the nameless?' the man said. 'I think it is them, because things are happening contrary to physical law.'

'They're in control of physics?'

'Apparently,' our priest said. 'People exploding, antimatter evaporating. Ten billion creatures going off to, as you say, some cosmic nudist colony. Or mass grave.'

'I'm afraid it is a grave,' the woman said. 'And we're about to join them.'

All three of them looked at me. The faceless man spoke. 'You did it. You tried to leave the Galaxy. Escape the preserve the nameless established for us.'

'That's ridiculous,' I said. 'I've left the Galaxy before. The Sade-138 campaign was in the Greater Magellanic Cloud. Other campaigns were in the Lesser Cloud and the Sagittarius Dwarf.'

'Collapsar travel is not the same,' the woman said. 'Wormholes. It's like exchanging one quantum state for another, and then going back.'

'Like a bungee jump,' our fan of the twentieth century added.

'With your starship,' she continued, 'you were actually leaving. You were going into the territory of the nameless.'

'They told you this?' Marygay asked. 'You talk to the nameless?'

'No,' the man said. 'It's just inference.'

'You would call it Occam's Razor,' the woman said. 'It's the least complicated explanation.'

'So we've provoked the wrath of God,' I said.

'If you want to put it that way,' the plain one said. 'What we're trying to figure out is how to get God's attention.'

I wanted to scream, but Sara expressed it more calmly. 'If they're omnipotent and everywhere ... we have their attention. Too much of it.'

The priest shook his head. 'No. It's sporadic. The nameless leave us alone for weeks, for years. Then they introduce a variable, like a scientist or a curious child would, and watch how we react.'

'Getting rid of everybody?' Marygay said. 'That's a variable?'

'No,' the black woman said. 'I think it means the experiment is over. The nameless are cleaning up.'

'And what we have to do,' the plain man said, and paused. 'Now me.' He exploded, but not into blood and guts and fragments of bone. It was a shower of white particles, a small blizzard. The particles settled to the ground and disappeared.

'Hell,' the priest said. 'I liked him.'

'What we have to do,' the woman continued for him, 'is get the attention of the nameless and convince them to leave us alone.'

'And you two,' the priest said to me and Marygay, 'are the obvious key. You provoked them.'

Max had disappeared. He came back inside the fighting suit. 'Max,' I said, 'be real. We can't fight them that way.'

'We don't know,' he said softly. 'We don't know anything.'

'We still don't know if you're telling the truth,' Sara said. 'The nameless stuff might be so much sand. You did it you killed everybody off and now you're playing with us. You can't prove otherwise, can you?'

'One of us just died,' the priest said.

'No, he changed state and disappeared,' I said.

The priest smiled. 'Exactly. Isn't that what you do when you die?'

'Drop it,' Marygay said. 'If it is the Omni, and an elaborate ghastly joke, we're doomed no matter what we do. So we might as well take them at face value.' Sara opened her mouth to say something and closed it.

'Oh, shit,' Max said, and the fighting suit rocked and stood rigid.

'Again,' the priest said.

'Max!' I shouted. 'Are you there?' Nothing.

Marygay moved behind the suit, where the emergency release was. 'Should I do this?'

'Have to, sooner or later,' I said. 'Sara...'

'I can take it. I saw Anita,' she said, her pale face going to chalk.

Marygay popped the suit, and it was about as bad as I had imagined. There was nothing you could identify as Max. Gallons of blood and other fluids sloshed out on the ground. Chunks of muscle and organs and bone filled the lower part of the suit.

Sara crouched and vomited. I almost did the same, but an old combat reflex made me clench my teeth and swallow, hard, three times.

Max was the kind of guy you liked in spite of what he did; in spite of who he was. And they just took him out like removing a piece from a game.

'Can we be part of this?' I yelled. 'Is there any way we can make a case for ourselves?'

Cat exploded like a bomb. Not even organs and bones, this time; just a fine mist blowing away from where she had been standing. Marygay moaned and fainted. Sara, I think, didn't even notice. She was on her knees, sobbing, her arms wrapped around herself while her body spasmed, trying to empty an empty stomach.

There were two explosions inside Molly Malone's, and hysterical screaming.

Antres 906 looked at me. 'I am ready,' he said in slow English. 'I do not want to be here anymore. Let the nameless take me.'

I nodded numbly and went to Marygay. Kneeled and lifted her head and tried with a tissue to wipe her face clean, clean of what remained of the woman she loved. She half woke, her eyes still closed, and put an arm around my waist. She rocked silently, breathing hard.

It was a closeness not many people could have, the way we'd felt sometimes in battle, or just before: We're going to die now, but we're going to die together.

'Forget the nameless,' I said. 'We've been on borrowed time since the day we were drafted ... and we've'

'Stolen time,' she said, her eyes still closed. 'And we made a good life out of it.'

'I love you,' we said at the same time.

There was a loud thump; the fighting suit had fallen over. The breeze reversed itself and became a wind, blowing toward the suit. Something stung the back of my neck a bone or a piece of one, again and it tumbled on into the suit.

With a sound like dry sticks rattling, an incomplete skeleton heaved itself upright from the open casket of the suit. A forearm, ulna and radius, attached itself to the right elbow; metacarpals grew out of the wrist, and finger bones grew out of the metacarpals.

Then a long coil of blue intestines settled onto the pelvic girdle, and a stomach on top, a bladder, faster and faster; liver, lungs, heart, nerves, and muscles. The skull fell forward with the weight of a brain, and it rose slowly to look at me with Max's blue eyes. For a moment, the face was red and white, like a flayed specimen. But then skin appeared, and hair; and then skin and hair all over the body.

He stepped out of the suit, gingerly, and clothing grew on him, a loose white robe. He walked toward us with a fixed, intense expression. He, or it.

Marygay was sitting up now. 'What's happening?' she said, in a voice so tight it cracked.

It sat down cross-legged in front of us. 'You're a scientist.'

'Max?'

'I don't have a name. You're a scientist.'

'You're the nameless?'

He waved that away. 'William Mandella. You are a scientist.'

'Trained as one. Science teacher, now.'

'But you understand the nature of research. You understand what an experiment is.'

'Of course.'

The Omni had come over to join us. He nodded toward the black woman. 'Then she was pretty close to the truth.'

'The experiment's over?' she said. 'And you're cleaning up?'

He shook his head slowly. 'How can I put it? First the mice you're examining escape the cage. Then they understand what's happening to them. Then they demand to talk to the experimenter.'

'If it were me,' I said, 'I'd talk to the mice.'

'Yes, that's what a human would do.' He looked around, with a vaguely annoyed expression.

'So talk,' Marygay said.

He looked at her for a long moment. 'When you were a little girl, you wet the bed. Your parents wouldn't let you go to camp until you stopped.'

'I'd forgotten that.'

'I don't forget.' He turned to me. 'Why don't you like lima beans?'

I drew a blank. 'We don't have lima beans on Middle Finger. I don't even remember what they taste like.'

'When you were three Earth years old, you stuck a dry lima bean up your nose. Trying to get it out, you pushed it farther up. Your mother finally figured out what you were crying about, and her ministrations made it worse. It began to swell, with the moisture. She took you to the commune's holistic healer, and he made it worse still. By the time they got you to a hospital, they had to put you to sleep to extract it, and you had sinus problems for some time.'

'You did that?'

'I watched it. I set up the initial conditions, a long time before you were born, so, in a way, yes, I did. Every sparrow that falls, I hear the thump, and the thump never surprises me.'

'Sparrows?'

'Never mind.' He made a small dismissive shrug. 'The experiment's over. I'm leaving.'

'Leaving?'

He stood up. 'This galaxy.' There was an explosion of soil, and the feet we'd buried flew back to where Anita had been standing when she died. Bits of flesh and bone and a mist of red sucked through the air toward the ghastly remnants, and began to reconstruct her. Ten feet away, Cat's body was reassembling itself from the air.

'I don't guess I need to straighten up,' he said; it said. 'I'll just leave you on your own. Check back in a million years or so.'

'Just us?' Marygay said. 'You killed ten billion people and Taurans, and now you're handing five empty planets over to us?'

'Six,' it said, 'and they're not empty. The people and Taurans aren't dead. Just put away.'

'Put away?' I said. 'Where did you put them?'

It smiled at me like someone holding back a punch line. 'How much space, how much volume, do you think it takes to store ten billion people?'

'God, I don't know. A big island?'

'One and a third cubic miles. They're all stacked in Carlsbad Caverns. And now they're awake, and cold and naked and hungry.' It looked at its watch. 'Guess I could leave them some food.'

'Middle Finger?' I said. 'They're alive, too?'

'In a grain elevator in Vendler,' it said. 'They're really cold. I'll do something for them. Have done.'